Ever wonder what brake pads smell like? It smells of fear and shame as it roasts over a 10-degree decline rolling into Jackson. Guess we took the wrong turn, but luckily as it started smoking we were able to pull over into some turn outs along the way down. We kind of remember this road when we visited Jackson Hole some six months back; but that was then, and this is day two into a 14 day odyssey floating down the highway in a 7.5 ton rambler on wheels. After we rolled into Jackson, we let the breaks cool down for an hour or so, as we hit the local TJ-Max for some supplies that we we didn't remember to bring from Day 1. Sandra gave the cold cod stare when was discovered that I did not pack her coffee cup...Opps, I remembered mine, but she was not awarding points for that.
So, the good news is the road from Jackson to just about anywhere in Wyoming is flat. But I had to wonder if anybody was getting their tax money's worth of road maintenance. I think the reservations are getting all the highway funds, and the rest is left up to the WYDOT (Wyoming Dept of Trans), to repair with hot glue-guns and spackle. At least the breaks were back to normal.
We were actually able to get a reservation on the other end of what turned out to be a 12 hour day of driving. We arrived in Custer State Park at 10:30; after rolling through the site loop a few times to locate 16A when there were only "E" parking slots. Side-note; who starts numbering at 'E'? where's the 'A' through 'C's? We found out a misprint in our reservations that sent us on this wild goose folly...buuuut, ultimately, it's 11:09pm, and I'm quaffing my long awaited beer. No driving tomorrow! Maybe for fun we'll empty the "shitter"....as Eddie would say.