Wyoming is probably the only place in the world where you see road signs that say things like, Bighorn Dolomite. Ordovician. 350-500 million years. The scenery between Buffalo and Ten Sleeps is fantastic, as you can see. Mother Nature must have really put on quite a show -- too bad nobody was around to watch.

Ten Sleeps (population 435) is a few little shops, a campground and a horse motel. It's called Ten Sleeps because the Indians reckoned it took ten days to get here. Ten days, ten nights. Ten sleeps, get it?

We're in the middle of a heat wave. Looks like just about everybody in the United States is in the middle of a heat wave, as well. Bao isn't coping, so we're sticking close to the air conditioning. This puts a bit of a damper on sight-seeing.

On the other hand, there aren't a lot of sights to see here in Thermopolis. We are truly back of beyond, as they say in Australia. Hunting, fishing, shooting country. USA Today doesn't even deliver newspapers this far out. Or maybe people who hunt, fish and shoot don't read USA Today.

Hot Springs National Park is a small, green oasis in the midst of acre upon acre of yellow, parched nothingness. A little river flows through it, and there's a buffalo enclosure, but no buffalo in evidence. It's probably too hot for them, too.

You can aways immerse yourself in a hot, mineral bath but in this heat, a 113 degree bath is the last thing in the world I feel like doing. Gosh! I hope it's cooler in Dubois.