The Wild West
Now that we’ve journeyed across Colorado, Utah and Nevada, my dad and I can honestly say we know why it’s called “The Wild West.” It’s not so much about “Cowboys and Indians” as it is about vast expanses of nature…of no development whatsoever, and of some of the most stunning scenery you’ll ever see. My dad was particularly smitten with Utah; I cannot tell you how many times he said, “Look at that! How did that happen??” This half of the trip was arguably our favorite in terms of countryside.
Even though the western leg was far more rural and undeveloped than the eastern leg, we still had no problems finding places to fill up on propane. From Vail, Colorado to Battle Mountain, Nevada, friendly propaneorists were there to help us complete our journey, and in no time we were on the brink of the California border- our final destination!
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