We spent most of Wednesday driving through Wyoming, where there a lot of cows and a few cowboys. Neither Web nor I recall there being a welcome sign when entering Wyoming... unless it was this giant metal buffalo sculpture... a seemingly more fit welcome to Wyoming... since I don't think they want people moving in.
Aside from bovine species, you can find oil in Wyoming:
Wyoming, unlike many of the state we traveled through, had many things to stop and see. The first was the smallest town in America:
This is me, in front of the only house belonging to the only woman in Buford, modeling my new hat:
Aside from the house, there was a gas station and convenience store. The resident of Buford was kind of cranky. I guess I'd be cranky too if I lived in Buford alone.