Road trip-day one

We spent the day crossing the vast range lands of Wyoming. Sightings: buffalo- none were home. Antelope- too many to count; none were playing. Deer- finally saw a lot of them once we left the range lands and headed up into the hills for Hulett, Wyoming; they weren’t playing either. Wild turkeys- lots of those, too; I guess you could say some of them were playing. We saw several males with their tails spread wide, doing the “Hey, baby!” for a group of hens.

We got to our motel in Hulett at 7:40. The desk clerk mentioned that the only restaurant in town closed at 8:00. We hustled over there for a quick dinner. It was a tiny little place with seven tables and lots of the wall art that you see in small, out-of-the-way places; you know- Indian artifacts, old photos of settlers, wild life paintings, etc. I’m sure you can imagine what kind of place I mean. Our server was a guy in worn-out docker style pants and a T-shirt. Interesting conversation we overheard between him and the cook (the only other people in the little café besides us):

“I wonder if we can get some. Do you think Sysco can get some for us?”
“Which ones?”
“You know, the ones stuffed with asiago.”
“Oh, right. Well, the asiago is what really makes them so great.”
“Absolutely.”

Not the kind of conversation you expect to hear in a 7-table diner with about eight choices on the menu. Maybe a conversation about some processed cheese sauce substitute, but not one about something stuffed with asiago cheese.