It was just another ordinary Saturday in Colorado: I got a late start to my day after sleeping in half the morning, started running some errands around town, and went to get gas. A few weeks before, I’d realized that the Colorado/Wyoming border was only about 1.5 hours from Denver, and that Cheyenne was just a few miles over the state line. For whatever reason, while standing out in the strangely warm March sunlight pumping some gas into my trusty Honda, Wyoming popped back into my head. Was today the day to check a new state off my to-visit list?
It took me seconds to decide that YES, it most definitely was that day. The thought of finally seeing Wyoming — known for being the least populous state in the country and for having a lot of buffaloes… — sent shivers up my spine. How THRILLING! Little did I know, this short trip to the Cowboy State would change my life… possibly forever… APRIL FOOLS. Honestly, Cheyenne, Wyoming was the most boring place I’ve ever been. Truthfully — the most boring. It didn’t blow my mind in any way apart from how astonished I was at the fact that I counted exactly 14 people while walking around the city for an entire afternoon.
Please allow me to list a few adjectives that actually describe the way I felt about the city:
Quiet. Dull. Unremarkable. Bland. Lifeless.
I was less than impressed. To be fair, I wasn’t exactly expecting much for Cheyenne to begin with. I knew it was a small “city” and I knew it didn’t really have much going on… but I wanted to come check it out anyway. And so I did, and it was pretty much exactly what I expected it to be.
If you squint, you can almost see a lonely tumbleweed rolling across the street in the distance.
There were a few things about Cheyenne that I did enjoy:
- The architecture of the two/three story buildings — it was so “western” and unlike what I’m used to in east coast cities.
- The Wyoming State Capitol Building was really pretty (and then I noticed it lacked both Wyoming and United States flags… I was so offended).
- Over-sized cowboy boot statues were painted with different themes from Wyoming’s culture and placed around the city along the sidewalks and in parks. SO FUN. I love that shit.
- Paramount Cafe was a quirky little coffee shop along the “main drag” that had delish tea & a particularly cute barista behind the counter. (Side note: Paramount Cafe started following me on Instagram after I tagged them in a photo I took that day and they have continued to sporadically like my posts months later…. #CREEPS. STILL LOVE Y’ALL THOUGH.)
The un-American Wyoming State Capitol Building. Though it lacked an American flag, there was a statue of Esther Hobart Morris, who I there learned was the first female in Justice of the Peace in the United States. There’s a reason Wyoming is officially nicknamed The Equality State! #girlpower
After a few hours wandering the streets of Cheyenne — I walked up and down almost every street eagerly searching for something interesting (to pretty much no avail) — I decided it was time to head back down south to Denver. Before getting back on the highway, though, I turned onto a long winding road that lead west into the hilly plains and figured I’d take a little drive to see where it went. It took me to Curt Gowdy State Park and allowed me to befriend a few cows. I breathed in some of that fresh western air, spent some time trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was JUST CASUALLY HANGING OUT ALONE IN RURAL WYOMING, contemplated life and some deep philosophical concepts, and then got back on the road.
What’s your favorite photo from Cheyenne?
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