I took a road trip to Wyoming. The drive was bright and gusty and wide-open. I was greeted at Carpe Diem Ranch by two slobbering dogs and one beautiful Morgan. There was a giant moon, steak, beers, jukeboxes, a plethora of stuffed and mounted mammals. We were full. The next morning, everything was sharp and cold and sunny. We explored old traincars and attics, loitered. More sky phenomena and, on the drive home, the best darkness I’ve seen in awhile. Every weekend should be so clear.
