July 29: If I Get Kidnapped, People Will Blame Me

Saturday, July 29, 2006

​Today wasn't a bad drive. It was shorter than I expected. 

Even at 12:30, the campgrounds were almost full. That makes me nervous for tomorrow with a longer drive and sunrise not until 6:00-6:30. 

I made friends with a family from Colorado. I asked them about regional cultural differences between this part of the US and the East. It seems like anyone who isn’t me knows those things. They weren’t particularly helpful. They just said that people are people, no matter where you are. I know there have to be differences in how phrases are understood and slang that is used, things like that. I don’t know how else to ask about it though.

It’s pretty here. Libby Creek runs just down the hill. There are grasshoppers that look like tiny yellow dragonflies. They click when they fly.

The town of Centennial is nearby and has a population of 100. I’ve never seen such a tiny town.

Wyoming is pretty, but it’s odd to see mountains that aren’t covered in trees.

The people in this campground seem to want to take care of me. The Colorado family offered me chicken and rice. I was scared about taking food from strangers and declined. The people with the five nephews offered me a hamburger, but I didn’t take it because I hadn’t really met them. How do you know when people are safe and when they are trying to drug you to kidnap you?

Today has been the best day of the trip, although the afternoon would have dragged if I hadn’t been able to chat with the family from Colorado. I did enjoy a nice nap.