Looking For Wild Horses at 80 mph: Day 8
I'd looked forward to driving through Wyoming again about as much as I looked forward to going to the dentist - and not just any dentist, my childhood dentist with the Hygenist named Rex.I think all it took was someone to tell me that sometimes, if you look, you can see wild horses, driving through Wyoming. I'm pretty sure there is nothing cooler than wild horses. The device that Ed let me borrow to play my iPod in the car is pretty neat, but I think if I could have seen wild horses, I could have done without it. I didn't see any wild horses in Wyoming, but looking for them sure did pass the time.
(I did see what appeared to be wild horses. But they were in Montana. And they weren't really running free like wild horses are supposed to do. They were drinking water.)
It was still a long way between towns, but you know.... it could have been Kansas. Or root canal work with Rex.
posted by europhile @ 23:52
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