Soon I was into prairie, specifically the Buffalo Gap Grasslands of South Dakota. While it was nice and green, the scenery seemed to blend together with each passing mile. The grasslands continued into Wyoming, and I was looking for looking for changes to the scenery, but nothing much changed until the north some miles north of Cheyenne, WY. I started to see some unique rock formations, and of course the Cheyenne River, which I thought would be a big river. Much to my surprise, it was not very big at all, but I love rivers and had to get a pictures of it. Another one of my favorites is horses, and I did see quite a few in the southern part of Wyoming.
When I arrived at Cheyenne I had to stop and explore a bit. I had spent a month and a half in Cheyenne back in 1960 when General Dynamics was in the process of turning over the first intercontinental ballistics missile (the Atlas) to the Air Force. The missile silo was located just outside of Cheyenne, and we work working with the folks at Warren Air Force Base. I stopped and took a couple of photos at the entrance to Warren AFB, and one of the missiles displayed was one of the first ICBM's. It brought back a lot of good and bad memories. The good memories were those connected with the work we did in getting the missile ready for turnover, and the bad had to do with the timing, I had just married my lovely wife, Sky, two weeks earlier. The assignment was supposed to be for 10 days, but the 10 day stretched to 45 days, with no home trips. We were working about 120 hours a week, which needless to say didn't leave us with much time for anything, not even sleep. Anyway, I bid farewell to Cheyenne, and headed for Longmont, CO, where I would meet up with some old friends of ours, Duane and Juanita.
We spent the whole evening talking about old times and catching up what's been happening lately. It was so good to see them, and the time went by way too fast. Before we knew it, it was 1am. I bid farewell and headed for the motel, which Duane told me was in a bad place because of a wild biker bar next to it. Oh well, it's a place to lay my head down and hopefully get some sleep. Just as long as my bike was there in the morning is all I cared about.