Cross Country With Dilip

A lesson in patience and virtue

Hello again... It's time for more tales of Mike as he travels the US working for a cut rate sporting goods company, who, despite being broke, purchases quarter wit, rate cut so much they pay you to take their crap, going out of business sporting goods companies for the sole purpose of putting them out of business to eliminate the competition.

Whoa... OK... I've heard of racing to the bottom, but seriously?

So here I am in Denver... after a harrowing travel experience of waiting 5 hours in Newark airport while Continental tried to figure out where the plane was, and I'm joined by Dilip, which is an experience n and of itself. We decide to go to Cheyenne, WY for dinner. What's 110 miles for a steak?

This old fashioned saloon/brothel/restaurant/wateringhole/roadhouse in downtown Cheyenne (The Albany) is well known in these parts for their Prime Rib. Holy smokes! 12 ounces, 2 inches thick, so tender you could cut it with a feather, served with 'straight' horseradish that'll wake the dead, I think we damn near died and went to carnivore heaven. Never can I remember, even in Dallas, Amarillo, or Oklahoma, having such a fine cut of beef. Yummm. And they had Fat Tire on tap. Divine!

So a few pictures from the journey. I wish I had taken the camera in to the restaurant to record the fabulous dinner, but at least I have an excuse to go back!

We have a life full of sunflowers, Wyoming welcoming Dilip and him not buying it, and the best fireworks store ever. The trip up ole I-25 is always full of adventure, excitement, entertainment, and just plain weirdness. Ah the land that is Northeastern Colorado... of high plains, pick-em-up trucks, cowboys, and my very own Indian.

Updated: Saturday, August 4, 2007

Denver To Chicago In A Penske Truck

We begin our journer in Denver with a quick trip up to Cheyenne, WY for dinner and then out across the high plains in the most luxurious vehicle money can rent.