[Wyody]

Folks wonder if their "not quite normal" way of living will fit in - in Wyoming. Well, it's not a very "gay-friendly" place nor do they want any bombers (although they could use your bombs on those rocks in the back-40) but many Wyoming-ites are "alternativers" ... and here's an example of a normal day in the alternative-world of Wyoming:
" You're lying in bed at night ... it's late ... it's cold outside - it always is at night in Wyoming ... and it's windy still - the days are almost always windy in Wyoming - you can use 60lb-test to fly your kite - and some of the nights are windy too. Always, the sounds of the wind bearing imagined sounds of train-whistles and fog-horns and a screech of a diving falcon and then you don't know what's real or what's imagined but you're lying in bed ... and thinking about the day that just took place; it was a day where you stood and sat where, perhaps, no human has ever stood or sat before ... and there was no one there - there you were ... on the highest hill around and you can see to the mountains maybe 50 miles away and even though you can't see all of the land between you and them, you can see a lot of it but in the other directions, you could see even farther because no mountains stood near enough to block your view of hill and canyon and foothill and Aspen forest or twisted Pinion Pines dotting the sagebrush and rabbitbrush that stretched forever ..... well .... the point is, you were there - looking miles in all directions - and not even a telephone pole marred the view; not a road; not a house; not a fence that you could see; and you were there alone - just you and your Creator and maybe a couple of special guests of the non-Earthly variety ... just one person with two feet on this entire ball ... on a journey ... on your way - - and you're lying there thinking about this and also imagining what it would look like outside right now if it wasn't so dark and quickly you realize you have to go outside to take a look at the cold, black, crisp night where the stars look ready to land and stare straight back at you while you shiver and wish you'd grabbed a coat but you keep looking at the sky ... deciding to "tough it out" because the awesome presence of the Invisible is there with every night sky in Wyoming.
... so, you lay your body back down ... deciding to empty your problems on the wind ... to live more totally in accordance with the laws that nature teaches ... and you take good, solid, deep breaths that feel good - that you can trace just by feel as to where each oxygen molecule goes and how it gets there ... and you're laying there - wondering what to dream about after such an exhausting, exhiliarating, incredible day and you feel at one with the Universe ... you feel at one with your Creator ... and with all around you - as you lay there ... 25 miles from anywhere and another 45 miles from any place that's open at this time of night - and you're alone out there - chopping wood, cooking with wood, tanning hides, fishing, making jewelry by candle-light, living in the Tipi because it's right but you do have a real house right there too - for when company comes so they think you're normal ... but you're out there in the silence - right where the storybook said you would be one day - out in the Howl-of-the-Coyote-Moonlight with the rustle in the bushes being a sign that all is well ...
... and you're dreaming now - dreaming of the antelope and deer out over the fields - of the multitude of friendly cows - of things only someone in the middle of nowhere can identify with ... dreaming .... seeing that Moose coming ... in your dream ... Moose .... Coming ... ... and the first thought that comes to your dreaming-mind is, "Oh, Wow - I'm glad that wasn't a Bear ... that woul ....." THUMP-THUMP ........
... and you wake up - 70 miles from the nearest reality - and while you're thinking "Dang Man, that was a freaking Moose!" ... a tune begins to play somewhere behind your ear ... inside your head ... what tune is that? ... ... ... and you realize as you begin to mouth the words - it's the Burger-King song. The Burger-King song! And it won't stop ... and pretty soon, you're seeing the dang sandwich in your head! Smelling it! Tasting it!
So you jump in your jalope-truck, your one-eyed Ford, your Rez-Rod - and you drive 70 miles for a Whopper with Cheese and two hot-apple turnovers and you turn around and head home - looking hard for those deer that always seem to jump out in front of you on the road ... and get home even later and so, lose some sleep just from knowing you're losing sleep but you fall asleep finally and wake up in your Tipi among yet another Whopper wrapper and soft-drink cup ... and a new dent by your headlight.
Ah yes - Wyoming.