An early start and we were heading north on I25 by 0630. High winds had the wind gen farms churning out power and dust devils kicked up along the highway. Flags were out stiff and anything not attached was being blown away.

The prairies here seem to roll on forever. Cottonwood trees were clustered on the sides of the rivers and streams that flow through the area. We watched as antelope grazed on the plains and thought we caught sight of a jackalope or two, but they're pretty fast, so we weren't sure. We stopped in historic Cheyenne and photographed several pair of big boots...a city fundraiser where local artists painted 8' tall, spurred boots for auction a la Chicago's cows and Norfolk's mermaids. In Douglas, Wyoming, Jackalope Capital of the World, we got a good look at the giant jackalope statue in the town square and then another statue at the Chamber of Commerce. We found out that the annual Jackalope Day Fest had taken place yesterday. Darn! They had a couple mounted jackalopes hanging on the wall at the Visitor's Center, but no live ones were to be seen. They're so furtive and were probably tuckered out from all of yesterday's festivities.