Click HERE to see photos from Day 3.
We set out from Fraser, CO at 10:30 a.m. en route to lovely Casper, Wyoming. Basically, it was 346 mile drive on winding two lane roads in the mountains. It rocked! Here is photographic evidence.
Sweet, huh? Imagine two hours of that type of view. The only problem was that there were no moose as promised at the outset of the journey. That angers those who wish to encounter moose. We did, however, see 107,812 chipmunks either squashed on the pavement or attempting to play Frogger with the Indy Car as we jetted by at 75 m.p.h. Animals are stupid.The trek got a bit tedious once we crossed the border into Wyoming. I propose that the Wyoming legislature consider the following tag line for a new tourism campaign: "Wyoming. A flatter, less populated Colorado." Nice, huh? I've already trademarked it, so don't even think about it. Don't get me wrong, Wyoming is more colorful and much better to look at than, say, Kansas, but it does get a bit straining on the eyes. The only thing that helped was the random thunderstorms, but even those were over in a few minutes. Along the entire span, we encountered very few other drivers in either direction. We were alone for very long periods of time. We could have died out there people. A flat tire could have meant instant death as we would have been swarmed by rabid chipmunks that would have consumed our bodies within minutes. The Indy Car upgrade would have been found abandoned and we would never have been heard from again. Scary, huh?
We got to the Courtyard Marriott Casper at around 4 p.m. and sat around until game time when
we headed off to Lansing Field, home of the Casper Ghosts. Get it? Yeah, it's stupid and all of their hats sport the logo at right, which glows in the dark. On the heels of yesterday's $120 "savings," parking was free. We got our tickets ($18), got some eats ($13), a Ghosts hat and program ($30). For those non-math wizards, that's $61.Our eats consisted of calzones from the Rosa Pizzeria concession trailer (yes, trailer) in the ballpark and a Dr. Pepper. We then settled into our seats with our grub and it began to drizzle lightly. I, being uber-prepared, donned my official baseball road trip rain poncho. Julia did not. She did, however, decide that she needed an Arnold Palmer ( 1/2 lemonade, 1/2 tea) so she left for the "real" concession stand.
Moments after she disappeared, the sky ripped open and the rain poured down. I decided to tough it out thinking that it might be a passing sprinkle. God mocked me and kept the angels spitting for 20 minutes. I resolved not to move and I endured the entire storm beneath the rain-repellent poncho and remained dry throughout. The storm finally passed and with it any chance of us watching the Ghosts play tonight. The game was cancelled and we are now out the $18 for the tickets. Subtract that from yesterday's savings and we're still up by $102. I don't like the downward trajectory, I must admit. No crying over spilled milk though, it's only our third rain out in five years of baseball road trips. Not too bad, eh? Other than not getting to watch a game, the rain thwarted my attempts to photograph my fellow attendees. There were only about 50 anyway. I'm guessing the Ghosts don't sell out very often. Just a guess.
So now we sit back in the Courtyard watching TV and preparing ourselves for Day 4. Once again, in case you ignored the first line of the post, click HERE to see photos from Day 3.
Next stop: Day 4 at Mt. Rushmore and Badlands National Park.
