Having more of less 'done' Laramie we moved East, following the Union Pacific Railroad, looking at one or two significant places on the way.
First place we stopped at was Buford, a ghost town which had a popn. of 4000, now has a popn. of 1.
He runs the truckstop. It is a wild and wooly place, with the Interstate 80 on one side and the railroad on the other. Here we talked to the guy about Buford, the Ames Monument and the famous (but flimsy) Dale Creek Trestle Bridge. These last two were along dirt roads and not worth the problems of towing the trailer along them, however the guy was happy to talk about them. In particular the trestle bridge, which was so flimsy that passengers would get out on one side of the valley, walk down and up the other side where they would get back on the train, while the train rocked and swayed across the bridge.
Dale Creek Trestle Bridge
Now unfortunately the bridge has gone and only a few bits of support remain.
Moving on from Buford we passed the Wyoming Visitor Center, with its huge bust of Abraham Lincoln. Finally, before entering into Cheyenne I80 runs along The Gangplank, although because it so big it is difficult to make out, the roadway as definitely fairly level all the way into Cheyenne.
For a short ride (only 50 miles) this was an interesting journey.
On getting to Cheyenne we pulled into the KOA and set up. Not the best of campgrounds, but it has the best write up of any in Cheyenne, so here we are.
The weather has been miserable, just like England in April, when the weather is not very nice. damp, overcast, windy, yuk.
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