Once you drop down the hill east of Laramie, its nearly every man for himself.
Spent one winter in Laramie. Aint the end of the world but you sure as hell can see it from there.
Saw the worst truck accident I ever saw on that hill.
One truck passing another going downhill.
The wind caught the one truck and blew both of them into the ditch
I spent the summer of 1961 in Laramie. The weather was very pleasant, and it rained almost every afternoon. When I returned in 1987 and again in 1991, I noticed that the street where we lived looked exactly as it did 30 years earlier except for the cars parked on it. The rest of the town didn't look like it had changed much since '61.