There isn't much to say about the state of Nebraska, except that it takes forever to get through and kind of reminds me of what the set of "A Prairie Home Companion" would look like -- which furthered my distaste for it. Sorry I just have never been able to get that show.
Anyway, when we left Tampa last Friday it was eighty-five degrees and coming through Nebraska into Wyoming this is what we drove through.
The weather aside we actually made great time and stopped in Cheyenne, WY around three in the afternoon to visit with my aunt and uncle and cousins that live there. The snow hadn't hit there that evening but when we woke up yesterday there was about two to three inches on the ground. We left a bit later than planned to allow for the roads to clear up, which were fine except for a few drifts that had blown into the highway.
Wyoming is one open valley after another, the horizons going on for dozens of miles to the north and south. There's a comfortable silence in the air between mountain ranges that calms any anxieties about driving through snowy passes. The elevation however was making me a little spacey but once we had been up that high, about nine thousand feet in some places, I started to adjust.
After crossing over the Great Divide Basin the elevation starts to go down a bit and from there it was only a couple of short hours before we hit Logan Canyon. Before you get into Logan Canyon you drive around the southern and western shores of Bear Lake which straddles the Utah/Idaho border.
Past the lake to the west is Logan Valley which houses the Cache National forest. The switch-backs on Rt. 89 that cut through the valley throw you into the humbling contrast of the snow covered peaks. It's a breath-taking drive that ends in Cache valley, bringing you to the eastern border of Logan.
We'll be here until Friday visiting more family and then we'll complete the last leg of the trip.
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