One thing I knew for sure: It was a proud moment for me to pose for a photo in that Historic Territorial House Chamber. While it was a shame that not ALL women were given that right at the time, it was a start in the right direction. That’s right on December 10, 1869, which was nearly 11 years before the Wyoming Territory was granted statehood, some women were granted suffrage. While the Wyoming Capitol Building wasn’t one of the more elaborate buildings I had ever visited, it did offer something that no other Capitol could boast: A House Chamber where the first law was passed in any territory or state that allowed women the right to vote. I heard my photographer mention to his wife that it felt like times prior to 9/11. There were no metal detectors no security officers no X-ray machines and it seemed good. The first thing I noticed, and this seemed “out of the norm”, was there were no security measures at the entrance. As a matter of fact, Vicki found a shaded spot along the street that was less than a hundred yards from the building’s front entrance.Īfter Tom photographed me at several locations around the exterior of the building, we went inside the Wyoming Capitol for a few minutes. Traffic was nearly nonexistent around the State Capitol Building as well, which made it easy to find parking.
Both of my companions seemed surprised at the lack of tall buildings in the capital city. With my photographer’s wife behind the wheel, Vicki drove the ‘Family Truckster’ into downtown Cheyenne, Wyoming at roughly 9:45am. Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough to photograph the lone cowboy we saw. With a quick trigger finger on his camera, Tom was able to capture an image of a pair of mule deer as they grazed along Highway 85 in Wyoming. Perhaps it should be called the Bison State but I hadn’t seen any of those either.” When she spotted the mounted rancher, I thought to myself: “They call this the Cowboy State and that’s the first cowboy we’ve seen since we’ve crossed the state line. The highlight of the ride for my photographer’s wife came when she spotted a “real cowboy” riding his horse on his ranchland. As a matter of fact, we saw more grazing mule deer along the way than anything else. No houses, very few trees, and there were hardly any other vehicles on the road. For the remainder of that morning’s trip, I looked out through an opening in the camera case and saw endless miles of grassy plains. The largest of the towns was Torrington, which actually had restaurants that were open. Tom had planned a three-hour visit for us at the top of Pike’s Peak before our busy day would end in Pueblo, Colorado.Īs we travelled south for nearly 140 miles along the CanAm Highway in eastern Wyoming, we drove through only four towns on our journey to Cheyenne. That was because he knew we had over 350 miles of mundane highway ahead of us. While Vicki had a rough time getting started that morning, my photographer chomped at the bit to hit the road. My photographer and his wife had their gear packed and we were headed out of town less than two hours later. My companions woke up in Lusk, Wyoming on Monday Octowhen Tom’s alarm rang at precisely 6:00am.
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