We did such a good job of packing and organizing the campsite that we were on the road by 5:40 AM. This put us into Cody around noontime which was grand. We got our campsite squared away, and then tried to do some tourist shopping. You see, Cody is a special place for me. Back in 1989 I attended WingDing (yearly GoldWing Motorcycle event) with Wade and Pam in Billings, Montana. Paula flew into the Cody, Wyoming Airport to join us. This was our second date, and a five thousand mile motorcycle camping trip at that! (Of course we'd known each other for many years before that, but had just begun dating.) I'd say it was a successful trip, as we're still together 18+ years later. :-)
The tourist shopping didn't find anything I couldn't live without, so we went out to see the Heart Mountain Relocation Center outside of town. This was a sobering activity that profiled the internment of our Japanese Americans during World War II. We were told that potential organizers like professors, doctors, lawyers, teachers were interned in Tulare, California while over 14,000 others were shipped to Heart Mountain. Made us fearful that our current out-of-whack politics might take us down a similar path. Hopefully we've learned a little bit from history. May we learn more!
When we returned to town we had dinner at the Hotel Irma. This was the hotel I cooled my heels in, waiting for Paula to arrive so many years ago. It's a nifty place that supposedly Buffalo Bill helped establish in 1902. The bar, tin ceiling, and decor show it's got some history behind it.
Tomorrow its on to Fort Collins. More later...
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