Westward, Ho

One of my loyal readers wants to know where I am.

Where the deer and the antelope, play, that's where.

We are just leaving a Hampton Inn in Rawlins, Wyoming, headed for Washington. Really, we saw frolicking antelope. And deer running, at least.

We passed through Wichita two days ago, and we thought about Dr Tiller, murdered in his church.
Murdered in church. We thought about the dedicated but aging group of doctors willing to perform late-term abortions. I wondered about the circumstances that lead women to that decision. A roadside sign said, "Pray to an abortion." Huh? Sad, all the way around.

But the heathery looking range cheered us up. As did all the roadside attractions in Nebraska, featuring giant fake gorillas or cowboys memorials. Oh and in Kansas, the Oz Museum, of course. We didn't get to stop; we are in a hurry. On to Boise!