Salt Lake City to Denver

8:00 am- We pulled in at 6:15 am into a lavish spread of a terminal.  I suppose this one is brand new because it has everything that Reno lacks, except for The Avengers.  There's a light snow falling around us, drifting in from the clouds, much like some of my fellow passengers.

I ended up talking to Banjo for a good bit.  He's a freight train hopper, one of the last of his kind, pursuing the American Dream and fulfilling the manifest destiny of going west.  He bought the banjo he carries from a heroin junkie in The Tenderloin of San Francisco for an oddly specific amount of $29.  We connected over having our dogs sit beside us while we strum our instruments and our affinity for being outside.

8:18 am- The surprise of the morning: we're heading back to Salt Lake City Greyhound Terminal because, according to the bus driver, "something ain't right."

8:25 am- We're back.  I was a little bummed to discover we weren't traveling through The Rockies; we're traversing through multiple points in Wyoming instead.

8:45 am- We're rolling out.  I was just reading the  news about about federal department, like NASS and US Parks Service, complied to shut down their official Twitter accounts due to Trump’s order.  It brings pride to my eye to find out that several departments are opening "Unofficial" Twitter accounts for real news and real facts. The American spirit is one of defiance and remains indomitable in the face of injustice.

2:05 pm- Man, I've been sleeping better on this trip than I thought!  Wyoming is a picaresque state with snow covered mountains galore.  I always thought it was a Prairie state.