Beyond the one stop travel marts and manicured rest stops is a parallel world of state parks, lonely drives, exciting vistas, and opportunities hard to find when going 70 MPH. To us the best planning involves endless staring at our Rand McNally Road Atlas in search of the possible. Such planning got us first to Curt Gowdy State Park (in time to catch a blue grass festival) and then on top the snowy mountain range to camp at beautiful Lake Marie (elevation high enough for year round snow, maybe +9.000’). We spied moose, hiked around the alpine wonderland, and wondered at night if the light rain would turn to snow before morning. A real bummer was Henna repeatedly becoming sick through the night. Corey and I tried our best to comfort her and knew that there was nowhere to go until daylight. My friend Louie (who also first told us of this Swiss Alps like place) thinks it was altitude sickness. Corey suspects stomach flu (she was sick two nights later at Angel Lake State Park in Nevada). Me, I try not to choose sides. Either way we slinked off the mountain the next morning and regrouped in Evanston, Wyoming. The next day Henna was her usual, cheerful self.
It makes me want to travel more in the US to all these wonderful sights you describe.