The Drive

We embark into the pouring rain in Denver. We drive into the clouds and setting sun. Stocked up with food, drinks, blankets and a DVD player we are ready to go. We left at 8:00 on the 27th of July, one day before we were suppose to leave. Right away we put in a Adam Sandler movie and right away I fell asleep. Two hours later we are at a Hampton hotel in Laramie WY. The next morning we go out just twelve hours after we left Laramie. On the road by eight thirty and driving into the sunrise of the Wyoming wilderness. But on my first real trip to Wyoming I find out that the wilderness is just filled with tall grasses and small trees. Staring out of the car window makes me fall into a deep, deep sleep. I get woken up by the sound of my brother gagging and then vomiting on the car floor. Holding my breath and closing my eyes I pretend that nothing ever happened. Wyoming if you have ever been there is pretty much a desolate waste land. Passing by towns with the population of 75 and 50 is filled with trailers and gas stations. We made it to the biggest town so far Pinedale one of the oil cities of America. Driving in and out of dump trucks and pickup trucks through small little schools and houses we reach the end of this cute little town. Waiting for 20 minutes just so they could pave the road in the day time is a terrible idea. With the smell of freshly pasted tar engulfs my nose and mouth with that horrible sense. Seeing the mountains for the first time we finally make it in the mountains after being woken up again by another one of Gus' vomiting moments. The Grosventre mountains is where we start before coming to Jackson. Seeing the Hoback river flow and wave under our car. After about fifteen minutes in the mountains we can see the Tee-Tons up ahead. Driving up windy roads to bring us to our hotel. Seeing the views of the mountains makes me feel like I'm in Switzerland. Birds chirping and wind swaying, we have made it we are finally here.



Noah Reynolds