Moving on – to Wheatland, WY

9/17/16 (Saturday) in Wheatland, WY (Lewis Park (city) – donation)

Since we had over 200 miles to go today, we were on our way by 7:45, south on WY 120 until Shoshoni when we turned east onto US Hwy 20. Believe it or not, the US Hwy was more narrow than the State Hwy. Both were 2 lane, but the land was quite open, so it was easy enough for others to pass us. This route was really open, even more like West Texas. The good thing about 2 lanes in Wyoming is there is very little traffic. John spotted a pronghorn in the distance, in time for me to get a nice look. We learned at the Buffalo Bill Center that they are not antelopes but a unique species, “the last living member of a family that evolved exclusively in North America.” We even spotted a few oil derricks. Just before our rest area was the town of Hiland: population 10.

After fueling up at the Flying J in Casper we were on I-25 S until Wheatland. We saw signs for 80 mph speed limit on the freeway.

An address for Lewis Park that could work with your GPS is 14 Recreation Drive, Wheatland, WY. When you see this sign, continue on that road. The RV sites are on the left, back in. Each shares a pedestal with 2 power boxes with 30/50 power. No potable water. When leaving there is a dump site with non potable water. They only ask for donations. You will face a lovely large treed grassy park with restrooms. We arrived around noon. Of the 16 possible sites, we were the only ones here all day.

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After lunch John got busy cleaning our windshield and front levelers while I took a nap. We found a grocery store, Thrifty, but decided to wait until Cheyenne to buy anything. Beautiful day for relaxing.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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