Day Three - Cheyenne, WY

After getting the hell out of Salt Lake City, we headed east again toward Cheyenne, Wyoming. We stopped in Rock Springs for some tasty Mexican (food that is), had a quick skate break, and headed on. An evil red semi (pictured below) nearly ran me down on several occasions, but I escaped with my life solely to blog it tonight.

Soon enough, we were in Cheyenne, which is better than Salt Lake (but what isn't?). Granted, nothing is happening here, either, but it's a less conformist type of nothing. Plus this state has drive through liquor stores. Bonus.

Wes' Pics
Graham's Pics
Quotes of the Day

Wes' Pics:

Halliburton sucks


The demon truck that nearly ate my Neon


Wyoming Road Trip Essentials


Babies, born meth free


When in Rome...


Lincoln looking down on his inferior subjects


Big Boy


Only three out of four them are drunk


Insert joke here

Graham's Pics:

Two men, one vision


Graham, circa 1892


American road trip, American lagers

Quotes of the Day:
Wes: "What part of the chicken is three-pronged?"
Graham: "Pollo loco."
-Wes and Graham, in Rock Springs, WY, referring to a piece of chicken meat

"Reach between your legs and grab some of your doughy balls."
-Graham, in Rock Springs, WY, referring to the donuts at my feet

"Semis are gay."
-Graham, in the middle of Wyoming

"Everyone looks like they eat dirt here."
-Wes, in Cheyenne, WY

"I put that down like Old Yeller."
-Wes, in Cheyenne, WY, referring to his dinner

"I'm gonna eat my cat
Gonna do it tonight
I'm gonna eat my hat
Gonna do it right."
-Graham (singing), in Cheyenne, WY

"There's a lot of nobodys doing nothing."
-Graham, in Cheyenne, WY