We left the beauty of the Tetons behind the landscape gradually gave way to Wyoming badlands followed by ranches void of cattle, parched lake beds nothing but a white, flaky crust. We thought Montana was a vast, deserted, largely cattle-inhabited land but Wyoming was nothing but hills and sagebrush for miles and miles. Few and far between were historical markers noting the paths of the Oregon Trail, Mormon Trail, and Pony Express. A few landmark land formations and the mysterious grave site of Sacajawea broke up this seemingly endless journey east.
One refreshing spot of civilization was Lander, home of Wyoming Catholic College. We drove by for a short look-see and investigated the program on-line. When we finally reached the interstate we hunted down a park for a dinner stop in a dried-up economically depressed little town. With a reservation North Platte, NE waiting for us we barreled through and finally sunk into our pillows at midnight. That La Quinta in North Platte - definitely the best hotel of the whole trip.