May 6 we stayed in Evanston to make sure the storm cleared before we left. I saw a post from a trucker on FB and was glad that we had decided not to go through Wyoming the day before!
Yes. That's it - that little island in the produce section.
We roamed around downtown Evanston and went to a museum. Met some lovely people at the museum and enjoyed seeing some of Evanston's history. The railroad roundabout wasn't really accessible to us, but we drove to it and enjoyed seeing the old trains in the area. This was an interesting old timey electric hair curler at the museum.
We went to a bison preserve and saw the bison and some prairie dogs. Took our selfie with Laramie there.
Yes, those are white bison, but not albino bison. They are the product of cross breeding with a cow.
We saw a coffee shop called For Pete's Sake and had to go. Mom and Dad's nickname for each other is Pete (you'll see that nickname on Mom's headstone), so it was a perfect place for lunch. We had a great visit with the owner and staff, and I picked up some items to bring home.
We walked around town and saw an attorney's office with a sign that said Jamaica Bobsleigh Federation. That was unusual! We tried to go in to ask more about it, but the office was locked up. I did a little online research, and apparently Paul Skog was inspired to invite the Jamaican bobsled team to Wyoming to train for the Olympics after watching Cool Runnings. I wish we'd had a chance to talk with him about it. We tried to get Cool Runnings on the tube at the hotel but were unsuccessful. Dad hasn't seen it yet.
Evanston is a fun and friendly town. Loved this rock shop's outside decor of dinosaurs!
We had dinner at Legal Tender, a mob-themed restaurant, and it was good.
When we got to the hotel room the previous day, we sat down and replanned our route, making changes to our hotel reservations since we were delayed a day. We decided to head straight to Colorado and skip Laramie, then reroute to Highway 70 for our return drive. I was not a fan of 70, but this is Dad's trip and I went with it. We got to bed on time for another long drive the next day, excited to get to Franktown.
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