Thursday, September 15, 2011
Road Babe Dispatch From Wyoming
“Fair enough.” We swap spots in Poudre Canyon, where I'm supposed to pay to pee. I see the bathroom in the back next to the fryer. The attendant asks with drawn in eyebrows, “Going camping?” I sneak out the side door (propped open with a trash can). I'm not gonna be bullied into paying to piss.
Further out, we see a sign: "Avalanche conditions may exist." Longdraw road is closed. Joe Wright reservoir is frozen. Snow-packed conifers outline a barrier to the alabaster peaks. “Thanks for driving. It's hard to write and ...”
“...drive at the same time? Yeah, I can imagine.” When I look up, there's an eagle above the sun roof. We'd decided to take the long way on scenic by-roads to get an authentic sense of the land. Pretty soon, we take 191 North into Utah.
Around Pinedale Wyoming, the asphalt skins our back right tire at 110 mph. We're a slow fifty miles out of town. We grab a motel room, because it's late and we don't wanna ride a doughnut through national park at night. A grey woman with a weather-beaten face serves as our interrogator. My friend sweet talks the roach-motel room for half-rate. One serious rule: no dogs. “No problem,” he waves her off like a fly.
“No.” So, naturally Ginny says our brews are on the house. Whether she's loaded or serious, we don't ask and drink up.
Grand Teton National Park has a series of jagged icecaps above verdant glacial valleys. Sharp peaks press against one another. They know secret stories of landslides, avalanches and the full-faced sun or moon.
Mittie Babette Roger is from Louisiana but lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. She received an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Naropa University and authored the book It's Better to Visit the Shaman Without Questions to Ask. She travels the world volunteering to help disadvantaged children and promoting Blue Iguana Tequila to empower serious drinkers.