Up early, I was anxious to leave and get going. With no Superchargers in the national park, I’d have to use a slower charger. Getting the full range the night before, I took off to head west on 90, and then to exit to head south to Powell, WY.
The plan was to bag Heart Mountain. I got all of my information from the Net. As my navigator was set for the trailhead, I got there, and read the signs. Griz! Minimum three! Disappointed, I thought about it, and as I support safety and smarts, turned back to do other things. I stopped at the memorial for the concentration camp, and walked the short paved trail. Taking photos and reading every display, I decided to do a video tour. The San Jose Nisei Congressman is stated to be interred here.
Going to Cody, I had to kill time until the Interpretive Center opens at 10 a.m. I got breakfast, with a rather surly blonde as help. Her never smiling, I maintained some safety, wearing my mask, though they refused. Other such morons began to enter the premises, with then greetings and approval. Fearing for infection, I gobbled up my food, and left. To then stroll about the main street, going to angler guide businesses, to ask for hiring a guide or companions, as it wasn’t too late to bag the peak. Even offering $500 for the day, there was nobody, except for a bookstore clerk, who had zero information on the hike, and then he had to work.
Giving up, as time was flying, I toured more of the town. Then it was time to visit the Interpretive Center, so I drove back north some 10 miles. Finding that it was privately run, there was a $9 fee for seniors to see the displays. I paid, and took photos after asking. Mentioning that my Mom claimed to be here, said by her a lot, they looked at their records, and saw nobody by her name. Explaining that records can be deficient, my understanding is that she was here with family, but on her newspaper obituary, it says, Minidoka, and by other records, also Topaz. They are all now dead, so this will be a forever mystery. Parents spoke in Japanese when they didn’t want us to know what they were talking about, and kept their medical history a secret. As kids, we’d blab it all about, and other people would then know.
I finished my tour, with photos. With camera work on all the displays, nobody will be interested. The yearly pilgrimage here was cancelled, and even youth couldn’t care less that family was here.
Motoring back to Cody, I looked at a closed museum, used my laptop at the library, then started with a regular charge, which said hours to complete. I found the nearby Buffalo Bill Center of the West, so paid the near $20 for entry. Vast and informative, it explained the history. I took so many photos, and if anyone was interested, I did capture every display. They gave me permission except for the recent art displays.
Taking my time, I finally returned to the charging station, with a measly increase in range. I reserved a spot in the nearby KOA, so drove there. Similar with other venues, no safety. For my second time, I cleared out the trunk, to sleep in my car. I wasn’t bothered, with everyone respecting my space. I ate food out of my cooler. I had to use the facilities, for a few times, as my stomach had been runny. Watching part of the movie Wild, as it was loaded onto my laptop as well as my phone, I enjoyed the camping. No Wi-Fi here, so no connection. Knowing the time for the Perseid meteor shower was about now, I did see a few shooting stars at other times.
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