Headed out of Glendo early to go to Cheyenne, wyoming. We were really psyched about this stop because of the big part Cheyenne played in the early western days. The city had its' beginnings in 1867 and was named after a tribe of Indians that Roamed the area. The Union-Pacific Railroad came through Cheyenne at the start on its way to the west coast. We were expecting an old town much like we've seen in other areas. We were quite disappointed. There was some great architecture to look at, but that was about it. There were a couple of museums, but they were similar to ones we'd been to and we really wanted to be in the outdoors. There was an Air Force base close by and we called to see if we could go on base to their museum, but we were told they did not have anyone to escort us.
We got to the campground in the late afternoon. It was a small campground with lovely owners, but the campground appeared to be old and the sites were right on top of one another. We did not have a table, so it kept us from sitting outside on a glorious day (not to mention we were stuck in the cab of the motorhome all day). The campground had a renowned restaurant known for its barbecue. I don't care for smoked foods so I had leftovers, but Nick decided to give the brisket a try. I took a few bites though and found it to be very tender. He agreed. Two sides and a roll came with the dinner. Dessert was a selection of homemade pies. I chose apple and Nick had blueberry. They were perfect. The crust was brown and flaky, the apples weren't too sweet, and there was cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top. Nick said the same about his blueberry pie.
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