This is me on the other side of the gate to Fort Fetterman, Wyoming.

It was supposed to be open. It wasn’t.

Damn you, Wyoming!

Banjo Man ducked under the fence and walked up the hill to the fort. He wandered around a bit and took some pictures, but I stayed behind and guarded the truck.

Because I am so tough.

We are in Kansas now and have been since Sunday. I think we will be in Nebraska on Wednesday but I have lost track of the days. I know we are on the High Plains and I am grateful to live in the time of Netflix and not the age of the Westward Expansion and Conestoga wagons.