There were six of us—my folks and a friend of the teenager’s in from Maryland were still in town, leftovers from the Bar Mitzvah.
None of our cars fit six, so I followed behind the Legal Dude in my car.
It was my first maiden voyage driving solo on one of Wyoming’s innumerable two lane highways.
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I30, or Snowy Range Road, moseys westward to Snowy Range, which is open only up to the ski lodge during the winter months due to snow beyond that point, but re-opens during the summer months for fishing, camping, and hiking to points beyond.
There were more cars on the road than I would have preferred, since it was after all a holiday weekend and travelers were returning from hiking, fishing and camping, but it wasn’t so horrible.
I did, however, have to pry my knuckles from the steering wheel once we arrived at our destination.
Following behind the Legal Dude provided a sense of comfort, although heading back to Laramie, I did take the lead as he followed behind.
I didn’t pass, nor did any cars pass me in either direction, although there were two occasions when I started to sweat and worry.
I’m not ready to jump in the car and do it again anytime soon, but at least it's a start...
What? White knuckles? I love that drive. Sorry it wasn't to your liking just yet. I'd think it has to be tons better than battling city traffic on the east coast.
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