I kinda knew I was not gonna be OK getting this far West. Basically crying off and on all day. Stopped at "our" favorite Rest Stop where we spent an RV-rocking windy night on top of a butte and had visitation by bunnies and coyotes. I shouldn't have stopped but I guess it is part of my "process" as the grief experts might say.
Now, I am at the Laramie Walmart and have a remote corner spot looking directly at the mountains, a wind turbine and a stormy sky. There are many lightening strikes and it is a beautiful, wild display of nature. On the way here, I saw wild mustangs and that made me think of one of our most adventurous trips to a BLM land near Cody to observe wild mustangs.
There are many memories that I am reliving by being in this place. There is so much to remember; Frank's and my happiest times were travelling in the RV and I am missing him Big Time today.