Yes, I have driven I-80 through southern Wyoming before. The high point, and I do mean high, was being at the Lincoln Memorial, a rest area along the highway, at 8,600 feet.
Yesterday though, was a first for excitement and panic and adrenaline rush.
I started my morning leaving Evanston, WY at the southwestern tip of the state. Having stayed at Phillips RV, an awesome little park right in town. Built in 1936, it has big old shade trees and sweet Joyce who, in her 70s now, shared some photos of the park’s beginnings. Pictures of the first RVs from the 1940s on up taken by her parents.
The day was calm and clear and peaceful. It was 6AM. I was heading for Cheyenne at the far southeastern part of Wyoming. A good 6 hours drive, not counting stops to feed Charlotte and rest.
Mid-state the winds picked up, way up. I saw a flashing highway sign, High Wind Warning, 40+ mph winds. Coming from the south, the wind was battering against my passenger side causing me and a whole bunch of 18 wheelers to sway uneasily along the highway.
About noon I heard a loud, thunderous thwacking on my roof. My very first thought was large pterodactyls slamming into my RV and beating their wings. I looked for a place to pull over…..none. A sign loomed, Rest Area Closed, Next Rest Area 14 miles.
When I finally pulled into the rest area, the adrenaline rush was subsiding. I got out, went around to the passenger side. There was my awning, shredded, tattered, torn; hanging along the side of my RV.
I knew I had to provide a temporary fix before driving any further but I did nto want to get up on the roof without a spotter. The winds were still ferociously strong.
To my rescue and with my eternal thanks, Gigi, a highway worker, offered to spot me while I climbed up with my utility knife and gold duct tape (My only other option was leopard print duct tape).
I rolled up what I could, taped the tatters, thanked Gigi, got back on the road.
The next sign I encountered Extreme Fire Danger Until 8PM……
(to be continued)
Yes, it is still a wonderful life ~