I took a few videos of a really impressive and frightening prairie thunderstorm that they get all the time there but scares the bejeezus out of pampered coaster millennial such as myself that I ran into the leading edge of somewhere near the Wyoming-Nebraska border, but it ended up coming out completely unviewable so nuts, I guess. Anyway, I took a chance (and read the weather radar - I’m not quite that stupid) and skirted to the north of the storm on my way to Cheyenne. I got to the Radisson sometime around midnight, or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two. Either way, it was good time to check out for the night - I could tell I was getting tired and I’d already put in about thirteen hours of mirthless, hopeless driving across the beating, repetitive, corn-overloaded heart of America.
The Radisson in Cheyenne’s an impressively large building, and has a nice balance of affordability and lack of demerits, which is something that Cheyenne hotels seem to struggle with. At about a hundred dollars for a night it would push my budget, but at least it wasn’t the place where it’s apparently accepted that the owner will occasionally break in to see if there’s anything worth stealing, like this was FFVI. Anyway, in said impressively large building is what may be the largest lobby in Wyoming, dominated by a big fireplace that I can’t find any good pictures of online, because sometimes the Internet sucks, and that time is all the time.
Anyway, I walked into the lobby, which looked even larger when most of the lights were off, and asked what kind of rooms were still available.
There weren’t any rooms left, the receptionist told me. In the city.
The Radisson in Cheyenne has about two hundred eighty units, and while it’s the largest in the city, Cheyenne has about thirty-one hotels. That means that there were reasonably at least a few thousand people staying in Cheyenne for that night. Which really begs the question of Why? which you can bet that I was asking myself at a little after midnight. So I did the only thing I could, and if you think this posting was called Comfortable Sleep at a Three-Star Hotel tlil Laramie, then you have severe memory problems and should consult a doctor before you finish this post and forget about it.
So anyway, Laramie is about a forty-five minute drive from Cheyenne, and I figure that, like in Illinois, if it comes down to it I could stop along the way at one of the many tiny towns that sport a Microtel and a Travelodge and possibly a collection of cinder blocks that occasionally house a family of stray cats.
Here’s a few statistics about Laramie: Laramie, Wyoming, is the seat of Albany County, and holds a little over 30,000 people, population-wise. Albany County, Wyoming, has a population of about 32,000 people, based on the most recent census data.
Needless to say, there was nothing. The entire way. Offramps with hopeful sounding names shot off into complete darkness in the moonscape of the American upper steppe. At some point 80 enters some hills between the cities, and I found my bleary, weary self attempting to negotiate grades of up to six percent. By halfway down I was driving sixty because I didn’t want to risk my own reaction times at anything higher.
But I did make it to Laramie. It crept into view, all lights and promise, and I made my way to a well-regareded local motel in the center of town. Which was closed. So I made my way to the less well-regarded but still-probably-not-going-to-give-me-bedbugs Motel 8 at the edge of town near the highway. Despite being about thirty years out of date, they did have rooms available, and they gave me this:
I double-checked, and it is indeed 2016. I’ve been taking care of my hotel arrangements for the past decade and used to travel for work so much that I hit Super Diamond Chaos Emerald Plus with Choice Hotels, but I’d never seen such a thing in that entire time. Since my family did travel growing up I do vaguely remember rooms with keys from when I was about six, but it took going to Laramie to see such a thing myself.
I am easily amused, is what I’m saying.