1249.4 MILES: This picture was snapped just as we crested the hill crossing over from Colorado into Wyoming; that’s Cheyenne off to the right. Cheyenne has always just been a lyric in a George Strait song to me. Now I know why he chose it. Wyoming is a cowboy place; made me wish I’d brought my boots… It is also a major rail center. There are classic pictures of trains making the turnouts to get up this high. John has been glued to the truck’s windows like a bug caught at high speed. It’s nice to see his little boy love of trains is still alive and well in him. Day two is done. Tomorrow: it’s a quick hop to Camp Grammy!