We crossed into Wyoming with enough daylight for me to get a sunset time lapse at Devil’s Tower before stopping the night at the Buffalo Inn in Buffalo. I didn’t see any buffalo there, but there were a bunch of deer hanging in the yard of the hotel when I left the next day (and, now that I think about it, one antelope literally hanging in the parking lot of the Buffalo Inn when I arrived being cleaned by a group of hunters who were also making the Inn their home that night). I had a lovely drive through the Bighorn Mountains en route to Powell, but rode my brakes the whole way down leaving them completely glazed.
I learned this term ‘glazed’ when I took my car into a local shop the next day since I was due for an oil change anyway. I was advised to not continue on through Yellowstone Park* as I’d planned and instead choose a flatter route to the nearest Hyundai dealership– which was in Billings, as it turned out– and get my brakes sorted. But while I waited on the mechanic to determine all this I walked with Ollie around the neighborhood and got some pics of the little town.
*They strongly advise against bringing dogs to Yellowstone Park so I’d planned to just cut across the Northeast corner on my way to Bozeman and take in as much as I could from the car. The bears and hot springs are real concerns for dogs! Even John Steinbeck discovered this in Travels with Charley.