Cheyenne Depot

Beginning of April 2017 ... I was doing some driving. A Cross-Country Drive, West to East ... with faithful, Mist, an Australian Shepherd Dog.

It was late, I was very tired, I needed a break, a rest, a stop, and more gasoline ... it was dark already, I had been driving many hours,

I was on HIGHWAY 212 ...
How I was put onto that 'drone, driverless, 'not made for man' or woman, highway, I don't know ... it has NO-THING, no stops, no rests, no toilets, no gas, it was not built for 'human' drivers! Believe me ...

Miraculously; Lame Deer, Montanna ... Cheyenne Depot #1 (A GAS STATION) and, 'real live human-begins' ...

It was closing up for the night, or it might have already closed up for the night ... locking up ~ through friendliness, kindness, understanding, compassion, I managed to use the restroom, get gas, and find a place for safe refuge for the night ... and, ready, refreshed, and well-rested for the drive ahead of me ...

I say, Aloha and Mahalo, everyone;
I arrived safely, in on piece, and, your smiles and help are greatly appreciated!

Denise R.