Colorado Bound PWD7

Tragically Danger's proclivity for sunshine killed all hopes of snowfall in the Teton's. After some heated paper/rock/scissors matches, I made the executive decision to venture toward Colorado. Leaving Jackson we did not realize these would be the last real mountains we were to see for the next 400+ miles.

Dubois Wyoming, which Danger noted was dubiously spelled to begin with, had some pretty creepy stuff going down. Just take a look at the flyer on this gas station bulletin board advertising the local "Varmint Shoot." Yes that is a gofer with a bazooka and an Army helmet taking aim... If even the squirrels are rockin RPGs, Wyoming or Montana might not be such a bad place to relocate Guantanamo Bay after all.

Wyoming's priorities are so clear to me now -

1. Fishing
2. USA / Wyoming

Nothing makes me want to buy tires like some mutant Ford crewcab parked on top of a massive tonka-truck tire.

This dog's name is Sherman.... he's the unofficial mayor of Fort Collins Colorado, the fruity racing stripes are a dead giveaway. Functioning on nothing more than anticipatory pow-stoke and quickly diminishing hangover autopilot, Danger and I zoomed through Boulder and headed west toward the wonders of the I-70 corridor. Little could we imagine the unforeseen chaos lurking around the bend....