Hey, you wanna see what ObamaCare looks like? Here you go. It’s twice as tall as a can of Bud Light:
That’s a copy of the actual law. It turned up at the Wyoming Republican Party convention recently, where Sen. John Barasso made appropriate use of it. Hope he didn’t strain himself.
The photo above was taken by my ex-Significant Sweetie, Charles Curley who actually (OMG!) attended the convention. R’s in Wyoming are a little different than R’s in most other places, though. Nobody had a hissy fit when an armed man showed up and hobnobbed with both the state’s U.S. senators and Wyoming’s one and only congressthing. That’s just the Wyoming way.
I’m on the road today — or rather, I’m off the road at this moment huddled in a motel room in some state I can barely remember. (I passed through portions of four of them today.)
I’m a westerner, so I’m used to empty spaces. I lived in Wyoming, and believe me, Wyoming has a lot of empty. I’ve crisscrossed Nevada in every direction. Once you’re out of Las Vegas, there’s empty as far as the eye can see. Southern Idaho? Nothing but empty. And sagebrush. (Which sort of goes along with empty.) Eastern Oregon, Eastern Washington, Eastern Montana? Empty, empty, empty. Been there, seen ’em all more times than I care to remember.
But unless you’ve been in some godforsaken corner of Saudi Arabia, you’ve never seen as much empty as you’ll find on I-70 in Utah between Green River and Salina, smack in the middle of the state. Holy cats — 106 miles of purest nothing. Not even a gas station. Utah is a pretty state with lots of red rock and drama. But that stretch … well, it makes “the longest road in Wyoming” (the 90 miles from Casper to Shoshoni, and be sure to drink lots of caffeine if you ever have to drive it) look like the L.A. freeway at rush hour.
I don’t usually approve of civilization. But I was glad to reach a small patch of it tonight.
Are my talking smack about the state I live in? 😎
Wave high as you pass by!
In my youth comuting from Calif to Colorado I drove I-70 between Saline and Green River 4 – 6 times a year. I had a 67 Mustang Fastback and you could drive that road at 90 to 100 mph and sometimes never pass anyone – It was my favorite go fast road.
I spent the first 3/4 of my life near Chicago, those long roads of absolutely nothing is what made me fall in love with the west.
And the bazillions of stars, of course.
Anyone who thinks Chicago is “the windiest city” has never been thru any part of Wyoming, hehe.
Hi Claire: Now that I’ve relocated to a more confined corner of the country, where you are never really that far from a gas station or flush toilet, I miss the big skies and endless stretches of road of the American West as much as anything else. Great post. Enjoy the trip!
Hey if your’re near Moab this weekend, take some time to gawk! 300+ Miatas and their associated pilots and crews are expected. That really fills the place up!
By “appropriate use” I thought he used it for toilet paper.
Having now been an Alaskan for some eighteen months, I don’t know whether I am qualified or compelled to say the following, but hey, here goes:
“That’s cute. Roads.”
(Someday I hope to travel the Dalton Highway. Imagine starting in Fairbanks and then traveling 500 miles north. Three towns are along the way, with a combined population of under 100 permanent residents. And when that starts to feel remote, I can start considering alternate modes of transportation… 🙂
We drove threw Moab day before yesturday, What is the big dig at the end of town?
Beautiful town, would love to explore, but too many folks for me.
You need to drive 191 from Salt Lake, ut down to I-40. Beautiful!
I’ve driven that road myself many times. I always, always make sure that I have a full tank of gas before I set out.