John R. Beyer
Lexi, bartender extraordinaire in Evanston, Wyoming, let Laureen and I in on a little secret.
“In this part of Wyoming, there are only two seasons,” the attractive, dark-haired woman explained. “Winter and construction.”
Laureen and I had parched throats. That happens occasionally when we’re out wandering and pondering, and we’d found ourselves at Suds Bros. Brewery in Evanston.
We drove up through Utah, entered Wyoming and ended up bivouacked at a campground next to the Bear River.
At nearly 7,000 feet above sea level, Evanston is a town in the mountains — tall mountains. And tall mountains in Wyoming often mean cold temperatures no matter the time of year. Weather moves fast. We’ve learned that more than once in our travels.
Laureen once stated, “What a beautiful day to be out. Bright blue skies and not a cloud to be seen.”
Ten minutes later, we were…