Something I didn’t expect as I continued on this favonian trip towards California is to have enjoyed the beauty of Wyoming as much as I did. I even rode the Lincoln Memorial Highway and felt like this truly is America. This trip continued to make me proud of be America. It made me think of United States very young history. It made me think of how settlers were pioneering westward with no clue what they would find. Now, a few hundreds of years later, I am blessed to live in the west coast (best coast) but no have a greater appreciation for the works of many brave men and women who took the road less traveled (literally) and ended up in the wild west including Wyoming!