Wyoming! Well, let’s just say, we didn’t get arrested but….our encounter with the authorities in Wy left a lot to be desired. Driving through Wind River Canyon (wow!), I began to be tailgated by a white pickup truck. Ian was hanging out the window taking video and I was driving under the speed limit, obeying all the laws, bitching about the *&%$* on my tail. Finally, at the end of the Canyon, we came to the resevoir and I decided to pull over to let the guy pass, while Ian took a photo. Well, the *&%$* pulled in behind me. I parked and Ian got out. Next thing we know, the pickup has lights flashing and this voice says, “Get back in the vehicle.” So, the tailgater turned out to be a Park Ranger and I had pulled past a little, teeny weeny, miniscule sign that said “fee area.” This guy was looking for something to stop us for. After the 3rd degree, including issues about not carrying our proof of insurance cards (no such thing in MA) but thankfully the rental car place had stuff in the glove compartment, we found out that we could pay $6 on the spot and be done with the nonsense. Suddenly, Mr. 3rd degree squad goober became Mr. nice guy travel agent, telling us all the sights to see as we headed to NE.