Today was my last day at the cabin.

In the morning, Kathleen took me to see some petroglyphs—ancient Indian drawings up to three thousand years old.




I bade them both farewell and set on my way.

I stopped at the National Museum of Military Vehicles.


The sheer size and breadth of the collection was impressive on its own. But the really great thing was how they were all organized into a narrative. For example in the World War 2 section, the vehicles started with the vehicles used in marine assaults like Omaha Beach. Then were the land combat vehicles used to push the Germans back. Followed by the vehicles which enabled the "Red Ball Highway," the supply train that supported the rapid push into the continent and was very famous at the time.


There were real posters from the time and photos too to fill out the story.


Separately, they had the actual rifle that fired the shot heard round the world. I was listening to a podcast on the American Revolution recently so it was cool to see a real artifact.


I continued to the national forest between Worland and Buffalo where I spent the night.

I was pulled over by a cop in Worland for (barely) speeding. In my defence, the road was built wide and straight like a 70 mph road but 30 mph was posted, so that a person's normal driving insticts betray him and he needs to combat them the whole way through the town.

I was let off with a warning though. Thank you, Jason of the Worbert Police.

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