Chilling on my back porch with the cool evening breeze and sipping some Wyoming Whiskey, I am pondering my recent trip to Casper Wyoming. The annual Casper Iron Swap and Show was my destination. Traveling through Wyoming is always a challenge, snow, wind, rain, burning sun, and road construction are a few of the obstacles that confront you. That’s all in the same day. On this run the one that evaded me and I so direly wished for was the sun. The cool spring and unrelenting rain was chilling me to the bone. But part of the fun of making it out to these events is the personal victoryís one has along the journey. Mine was beating the rain and wind. Wyoming wind has a mind of its own. Cruising north on that black four lane ribbon, one moment the wind would be from my right the next from my left and then straight on. If this damn wind would just make up its mind I could find a grove and lean in to it, or better yet why doesnít it quit. My theory is those big fans they turn on, Wyoming has so many they call them wind farms. But my mind wonders as the Whiskey begins to set in.
