The Wild, Wild West

Because it was such a gorgeous day we decided to take a nice drive and just explore wherever we ended up, which means I was out of the kitchen.  As much as I love to be in the kitchen, even I appreciate a little break every now and then.  We love to just go for long drives and just see what we see, often times with no agenda and no expectations.  We had never been to Laramie, WY before and it is only about 1 1/2 hours north of us, so that’s where we headed.  The drive was absolutely gorgeous.  The colors from the greens all around, to the blue skies, to the red rocks were so bright and vivid.  We saw a lot of pronghorns out and about as well, but we were not close enough to get any good pictures.  Northern Colorado and Laramie, Wyoming are still very much the wild, wild west just as they were back in the late 1800’s.  Not much has changed.  This was a very refreshing change of pace.

The drive up to Laramie.  We are still in Northern Colorado.  We both agreed Northern Colorado was much prettier and more colorful than Southern Wyoming.





Laramie, WY is still a very small town that makes you feel like you stepped back in time.  We did not spend to much time here before turning around to head back home.  Wyoming is still home to the cowboys.


This beautiful, old Episcopal Church was the main focal point of Laramie.  If walls could talk, I’m sure this old church has lots of tales to tell.


Look at these beautiful doors to the church.  Aren’t they just stunning?


This mural is on one of the old historic buildings in Laramie.  We saw a lot of these pronghorn, but this is the best picture we have from this trip.


We took a different route coming home, and came down along the Poudre River or Cache le Poudre.  This weekend, being Memorial Day weekend, was also the beginning of the outdoor sports weekend.  We saw a lot of people rafting down the river.  The river was flowing and the current was ripping.  We will be rafting later this season.




We drove through the rock to get to the other side.


Our last stop of the day was through a tiny town called Masonville, CO, est. in 1896.  This town is definitely still part of the wild, wild west.





I hope you all enjoyed my little detour from the kitchen and into the wild, wild west.  As you know, there are still many, many more adventures, both in and out of the kitchen, yet to come.  So stay tuned.  🙂




Author: ajeanneinthekitchen

I have worked in the restaurant and catering industry for 35 years. I attended 2 culinary schools in Southern California, and have a degree in culinary arts from the Southern California School of Culinary Arts, as well as a few other degrees in other areas. I love to cook and I love to feed people.

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