Just into the eastern border of Wyoming is a welcome center at about 5,100′ elevation, high enough to knock the cabin temps down to a balmy 83 degrees. There are only an official 6 truck spaces here, though more will probably pack around the perimeter. It has a slight slope to it, but nothing that the fridge can’t compensate for.
Today’s drive was the proverbial three-hour, 177-mile jaunt, and with the shift to Mountain Time, I got here somewhere after 1 o’clock. Not a tough day. The Magic Readout initially showed 12 MPG for quite awhile, but the gradual climb up netted 11. That was until I noticed a roaring sound over the radio’s music. With the radio off, it was apparent that I was suddenly bucking a pretty stout headwind about half an hour short of this stop, and the turbo pressure gauge was higher than normal in order to keep speed up. Keeping an eye on the pressure gauge is an instant way to get a pretty good idea of just how broke you’re going to be on this day’s fuel costs. That knocked the average down to 10.8 MPG overall. Fascinating, I’m sure.
This welcome center is small but nice, with a manned desk inside, and tons of tourista brochures. They also have a gaggle of somewhat elderly local ladies sporting free lemonade, iced tea, and a good 11 different varieties of homemade cookies. Not fake “homemade”, but the genuine articles. Oh my. Now that’s a welcome center. I chipped in a buck for a few, and if you’ll excuse me, a windy thunderstorm is blowing in, and I have a lot of tourist and camping literature to go through before tomorrow.