So we headed down the highway through the ever changing landscape. Our windshield has been bugging us because it was a little foggy on the inside. I had some handy dandy Rainex wipes for that purpose, so when we stopped at a view point, we cleaned it. As we headed down the road, we realized it was even smearier looking than before. We pulled over at the next viewpoint and Will said he would get something to polish it. He got back in the car with a pair of his folded underwear. He did his side and handed it to me to wipe down my side. I got to laughing so hard I could hardly do the job. I couldn't believe I was sitting by the side of the road in the Bighorn Mountains wiping my windshield with underwear. (He promised it was clean.)
We had lunch at a city park in Cody where the boys were able to indulge their inner child. Will tried to climb it but he said his feet were too big. Then we went through the Buffalo Bill Historical Center, which houses five separate museums. It is huge. We took a drink break out in the beautifully landscaped garden, and I asked everyone what their favorite part was. Mine was the gallery of western art, Nick's was the firearms museum, Eric's was the Plains Indian museum, and Will said his was the one we hadn't seen yet - the museum of natural history. We spent many hours in there. The gift shop was pretty cool too, but we resisted Nick's request for a peace pipe as a souvenir.
Motels in Cody are expensive, and after checking around, we reluctantly returned to the Super 8, where I had to return to the front desk to ask for soap and toilet paper. Then we gathered up our laundry and took a family expedition to the laundromat. When we returned to the motel, Will told the boys it was time they learned the McAnulty way, not the mommy way, to pack, and they sorted, folded, rolled and packed away the clothes with a minimum of rough housing.
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