Typewriter Jamboree at Herman’s

My brain is kind of pickled by pop culture and the internet, so in my failing state, I made this.  I apologize for acting like somebody’s mom who just discovered memes:

I had to do it; her look of knowing approval just kills me.

The big Typewriter Jamboree (AKA the 11th Annual Chestnut Ridge Typewriter Rendezvous hosted by Herman Price AKA Hermanpalooza) was last weekend. Before I set out for Herman’s on Friday, I packed up a couple donations for Wordplay Cincy: a real nice Olympia SM3 and a Lettera 22 with script typeface that I bought in North Platte, Nebraska. The Lettera was very sticky and had the gummy escapement problem that causes the carriage to slide willy-nilly, so I did quick clean.

I hit the road on a beautiful fall day and headed west out of DC.

Into the mountains I went:

I reached Morgantown, WV and then made my way to Herman’s where Friday arrivals were to congregate. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

Good grief – the party was already rocking and rolling Friday afternoon.  Porta-Potties at the ready.

This is a beautiful Oliver 9 rehab in fire-engine red:

In the evening I headed out into Morgantown proper which is a nice little college town with a very happening nightlife:

I saw a manhole with my favorite exasperation exclamation.  It is frequently heard coming from me, bent over a typewriter:

Saturday dawned chilly and gray.  The rain started.

It got muddy. Like Woodstock, but with less LSD.

Fortunately we had a huge tent for presentations and vats of hot coffee (courtesy of Mrs. Price who deserves a medal for Extreme Hostessing Skills)

Herman formally welcomed us with jokes. He is very funny – his comedic timing is pro-level.

And then came the presentations: Typewriter First Aid using the gun technique which I ate up.  It was so good – I picked up a bunch of good ideas.

The Brumfield clan brought a slew of typewriters – many from the  Magdalinski Collection of South Bend , IN.  Brian B’s presentation on the incredible work his family did in saving many of the typewriters in the collection was riveting.

I didn’t know much about Royal electrics, but I came away with a new appreciation of them after Ian B’s presentation.  Some of these pictured are extremely rare.

There was a typewriter beauty contest:

Number 88, the Pittsburgh won:

A lot of people came with business cards. I’ll have to make up some for myself.

I talked typewriters with people all day Saturday until I was hoarse. I picked up so many excellent tips on typewriter repair and cleaning. It was a novel feeling, talking typewriters with people equally passionate about the crazy things. There were so many typospherian rock stars in the flesh at the gathering – I felt a bit shy. I was thisclose to asking for pictures with them, but I chickened out.

Saturday evening, mid-sentence in a discussion about Smith Corona 5 series, I felt the abrupt onset of overwhelming exhaustion.  A career introvert, the day had got the best of me and I cratered.  I slunk back to the silence of my hotel room to recover and work through the conversations of the day.

I had to leave early Sunday morning, so I missed the speed typing contest.  However, other attendees posted pictures of the Jamboree on the Facebook Antique Typewriter’s Collectors group page.

Resolutions for next year at Herman’s

  • Plan better so that I can stay for Sunday’s events
  • Talk to all the people I didn’t get a chance to pester this year
  • Get pictures with people
  • Bring business cards with contact information
  • Encourage Herman to open his swimming pool (just kidding!)

Early Sunday I returned to the DC area – a light early snow blanketed the mountains.

I came back with three delightful junkers that were essentially freebies: two Royal 10s and a LC Smith No. 8, all with “issues”.

Thank you, Mr. E and Darcy!

The L.C. Smith No. 8 is a pretty early one, serial number 278424-8.  It’s a 1916 which would make it the earliest No. 8 at TWDB.

Side note:  Typewriter Database Version Epsilon is looking pretty snazzy! It’s so nice to have the mobile and desktop versions united.

The L.C. Smith was rusted solid – boat anchor/doorstop condition.  I blew out the crud and doused it with PB Blaster penetrant and left it to reek quietly in the garage while I unpacked.

When I came back, I gently tried to move the carriage.  It moved with crusty squeaks.  With patience and petroleum-based penetrants, I gently freed the stiffened parts.   Using my hands and a soft touch, I delicately tried to move the rust-frozen parts that should move: typebars, ribbon vibrator, universal bar, sublevers, carriage return, back space.  I got the letter “T” moving.  The slug met the platen, there was a ba-dump as the escapement did its thing, and the typewriter moved a space.

Here’s the “T” and space bar working it:


Now that I am sure that the LC Smith can type, I want to clean it thoroughly.  I wish I could do the kind of work that Words Are Winged does – he’s amazing. I may do a careful Evapo-rust/cleaning dunk if I can get the keys and platen off.  The platen is soldered on (!) Someone lost the screw and decide to affix the sliding platen holder with a blob of solder. Oh well.  Onward.


*Postscript to Anne ’88: drop me a line at the email address below so I can come pick up your typewriters.


Adios, Summer

We formally put Summer to bed more than a month ago. Though it remained hotter than Hades for a good long time after, they closed the pools and everybody had to Get Serious.

I experienced a severe summertime hangover and really had problems Getting Serious.  The familiar rhythms of work and school have resumed, but I am stuck in summer. It may be that my Typewriters Across America Experience was too rushed and I haven’t had time to process everything I saw and felt.

I started doing some work for a new company and in the course of new employee orientation, something in the employee handbook jumped out and caught my eye:

This means the party is officially over.

I had a few days in California in August before I had to return to the east coast.  I played with my new 1956 Alpina, but ran out of time cleaning it up. It looks like a chunky 1950s robot.

Birth of the Superchunk 3000 by Botticelli

It was very dirty:

Even so, I put some paper in her and did a short typing comparison with the new Adler J3 and the Olympia SM3:

Both my son and I did comparison typing.  The Alpina (even in its grunky state) was a very close competitor to the almost brand new Adler.  The Olympia is wonderful (also almost brand new), but both of us didn’t like its heavy carriage shift.

The Alpina uses a partial carriage shift (skeleton shift). Will Davis describes it this way:

One notable feature of Alpina machines is that, while they employ carriage shift, only the platen actually moves when the shift keys are depressed. This makes shifting rather easy considering the size and weight of these machines — these are among the very biggest and heaviest portables in the post-1958 enlarged overall size.

Will Davis, Alpina portable typewriters

He is right.  The shift is light, but the Alpina is incredibly heavy.  I wish I had put it on the scale.

Its lovely clamshell case is arresting.

The case looks like it’s metal, but it’s actually very thin, fragile 1950s plastic.  It has a couple small cracks at the hinges:

I understand that this type of Alpina case is fairly rare.  I imagine not many of its fragile kind survived the years, hauling superchunk Alpinas.

One interesting thing about this Alpina is that it has two serial numbers: one riveted to inside body (#73969) and one under the carriage on the left (#75330).

I took a few more pictures for Typewriter Database and then l lovingly kissed the Alpina goodbye.  I’ll see her again in December/January.

I flew home to Virginia in August with two typewriters as carry-ons.  I’ll be taking them to Herman Price’s Typewriter Jamboree for someone who expressed an interest in them. The Lettera 22 fit perfectly into my laptop backpack.

And the Olympia SM3 fit inside a rolling carry-on.

I have taken typewriters through airports in the past and have been disappointed that I have never had them examined by TSA. This time though, I was waved to the side for further inspection.  I guess one typewriter is fine, but two or more trigger the Typewriter Smuggler Alarm.

I was very satisfied with TSA agent’s sincere surprise when he opened my luggage and saw typewriters. He loved the Olympia (who wouldn’t?)

“Oh wow!” he said.  “That’s really cool. Does it work? Really?? It’s worth like a $1000.00, right?”

It is worth that.

Met with genuine approval by the TSA agent, we were waved through and the typewriters made it safely to Virginia.

Now that I am back in the old routine, I have been thinking  a lot about a tweet that I saw at the end of the summer.  The Alpina typed it out for me.  I think about it frequently in the shower. It’s a perfect way to start each day.

Adler J3: Please Release Me

I ended up bringing home the Adler J3 and the Alpina SK24:

The Alpina’s gigantic prehistoric clamshell case is worth the price of admission.

I paid more than I usually do. I was feeling flush, so I brought home a couple typewriters.

The Alpina was just junky enough. It needs a good cleaning, and it then will look and type great. I have always wanted to play with an Alpina and an Adler and here’s my chance.

The Adler looks like it was never used.  It had the factory control sheet, cleaning packet with brushes and a user manual.

Click here for .pdf of Adler J3 User Manual

The carriage lock was on, and I wasn’t sure how to unlock it, so I checked the user manual:

Stern but kindly. Star Wars Extended Universe needs to introduce a Yoda-like character that talks like this. I assume this was translated word-for-word from the original German.  I am going to start talking like this to my kids.

I had problems removing the Adler from its bottom plate of the case.  I carefully read the directions:

Ok – that sounds easy.  But no go.  Turn, lift.  Turn, lift. Turn, wiggle, lift. Turn, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, lift. It was stuck, stuck stuck. I could pry it off with brute force, but the case and base are 1960s plastic and I didn’t want to crack or damage them.

Fortunately, I found out that I am not the only person in the world who has had a problem like this with an Adler portable.  As usual, thetypewriterman had some insightful comments and very sensible advice.

I also vaguely remembered a Rev. Munk post about a Triumph Perfekt that wouldn’t come off its base and how he remedied the problem.

Both Oztypewriter and Writelephant have documented the entwined Triumph + Adler history.  Apparently the two companies joined their development and production programs in the 1950s.  The Triumph Gabriele 10 looks an awful lot like my Adler J3.

Anyhoo – the upshot is that on some of these Adler and Triumph portables, the rubber collars that hold the typewriter to the base compress over time, lose their shape, get hard, and prevent removal of the typewriter from the base.

I read through thetypewriterman’s instructions and Rev. Munk’s post and determined that I needed to remove the ribbon cover and with a long handled tool, pry off the  e-clips that hold the rubber collars in place.

Here’s what I was after: the e-clip on each side which sit on top of a metal washer which sit on top of a rubber collar.

I didn’t have any long handled screwdrivers in the house, so I emailed Good Neighbor Brian.  He came over with a bunch of tools.  Here is Brian petting my Adler as if it were a friendly cat:

I decided to work on the living room floor because why not.  I laid out an old white sheet to work on in case little typewriter pieces went flying.  I am glad I did because I had some washers that went on the loose.

Through some extreme finagling with a long-handled screw driver with a small thin head, I was able to pop the e-clips off each side and lift the typewriter free. The secret is getting in the little space between the clip and the spindle and popping from there. The misshapen rubber collars were stuck in the bottom of the typewriter so I popped them out:

Here are the latch components:

  1. spindle
  2. latch
  3. two metal washers
  4. rubber collar
  5. metal washer
  6. e-clip

Here’s the whole latch assembled:

It’s a weird little setup.  The rubber collar is supposed to slide into the bottom holes of the typewriter.  When the latch is turned, it squishes the rubber down and secures the machine to the bottom plate.

Unfortunately after 50+ years of being compressed, the rubber collars have flattened, hardened, and won’t willingly leave the holes in the bottom of the typewriter.

In Rev. Munk’s fix, he found tubing of the correct diameter and cut new rubber collars to size. Since my rubber bushings were still fairly pliable and I didn’t have any rubber hose, I decided to sand them down so that they would slide  easily into the holes into the bottom of the typewriter. Good Neighbor Brian suggested the drill-mounted set-up below for sanding:

I mounted the rubber bushing on a long bolt in the drill and then ran the drill against a sanding block to sand off a little of the bushing.

I sanded just a little so that the bushings would slide snuggly through the holes.  I dabbbed a little olive oil on the rubber to make things slide and put the assembly back together. Silicone lubricant would have been best since it doesn’t degrade rubber, but all I had was olive oil. I’ll see if Brian has silicone grease.

Poifect! The typewriter attaches and de-attaches to the base flawlessly.

Here are some beauty shots.

1964 Adler J3
Serial number : 3352292 (stamped under carriage on left)

It looks like the Adler typeface is Ro 82 Pica Imperial:

There are more pictures at Typewriter Database»

I am going to end it here with Barbara Mandrell playing the steel guitar and singing the sorrows of an Adler whose base just won’t let go:

I know this is Patti Page’s song, but I love Barbara and the multi-talented Mandrell sisters.


Odds & Ends

Typewriter Twitter Ha Ha

I saw this on Twitter the other day. Is Robert Caro in 2018 using a Smith-Corona Electra 120 to write his fifth LBJ volume?! Whatta guy!

Van Addendum

My son saw my Chinook van with cow catcher in my last post:

and raised me a three-axle endtimes van (also seen in the neighborhood):

The End of the Line: Typewriters of the SF Bay Area

Sad to report that we didn’t take any fun typewriter hunting excursions to antique malls in Nevada. I was concerned about the roads between Winnemucca, NV and San Mateo, CA.  There are currently 17 active wild fires burning in California. I worried that we might hit road closures in the Sierra.  It was a bit smoky in parts, but otherwise the roads were fine—congested with weekend traffic but fine.

Outside Reno the smoke was pretty bad
photo: daughter Echevarria

We made it to San Francisco, the City of Year Round Wool.  I love you, Fog.  It was 64° as we crossed the Bay Bridge.

photo: daughter Echevarria

We got to the House Without Parents: Bay Area Edition™ where my son greeted us. We delivered the car and accomplished our primary mission.  The old house smelled vaguely of old typewriters – I added a couple more to the aroma:

I felt like I needed some closure to my Typewriters Across America Experience, so I went out walking in the neighborhood to visit some of my old haunts – various thrifts, Goodwill, antique stores.  I saw a really cool van, but no typewriters:

If this van’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’

I drove down the peninsula to an antique mall that I have been to before and saw some typewriters:

Royal KHM – no price

Very clean and pretty Royal Quiet De Luxe – $295

Smith-Corona Classic 12 – $45

Remington portable – no price

Remington 12 – no price

Three out of the five didn’t have a price, so this wasn’t a very informative typewriter safari.

I was restless, so I decided to head up to San Francisco check out an antique and collectibles mall I had heard about.

When Moe closed her shop in San Mateo, she opened a small display at an antiques and colllectibles collective in SF called Stuff.

I took the train up to San Francisco and hiked over:

150 Valencia St
San Francisco, CA 94103

It’s big:  two levels with 17,000 sq ft of display space and 60+ vendors.

I found Moe’s case – a distillation of the pure essence of Mozo’s:

Stuff is full of stuff, and they had typewriters.

Corona Standard portable – $145

Alpina SK24 – $120 “as-is”

Pretty little Remington portable $365

Underwood – $575

Immaculate Adler J3 – $59

The Adler came with the factory control sheet, user manual, cleaning set.  Looks like it has an interesting typeface.

Smith-Corona Sterling Cartridge – $65

Sears The Scholar – $65

Sears Best Medalist Power 12 – $49

Power Return!

Brother Charger 11 – $145

Wizard Truetype (rebranded Brother) – $125

I hadn’t meant to buy anything since I was on foot and on the train.  I ended up with two.  Can you guess which two?

Now I need to drive up to San Francisco to retrieve my loot.

Typewriters of Salt Lake City, Utah: Day 6

I’m a bit late posting this installment of Typewriters Across America because of a lack of internet access this morning.  Better late than never!

Friday we traveled from Salt Lake City, UT to Winnemucca, NV.  Before we left Salt Lake, we decided to try an antique mall.

Capital City Antique Mall
959 S W Temple, Salt Lake City, UT 84101

It is a large and well-organized space:

We immediately saw a typewriter:

Gorgeous Royal Futura 800 – $159

And then we saw a whole shelf of typewriters:

Wowie! Let’s go through these.

Olympia SG3 – $79

IBM Wheelwriter – price unknown

Check out the beautiful badge on this Underwood – pure delight:

Underwood SX – $45

Remington Quiet-Riter – $124.99

The Remington portable below was being sold “as-is” and I was tempted.  I tested it and there didn’t seem to be anything really wrong with it besides the poor condition of the decals and lack of a case.  I took a pass:

Remington portable – $39.99 “as-is” but not broken enough for me.

Remington Noiseless Portable – $129

Royal 550 – $69

Olivetti Praxis 48 -$99

Royal Quiet De Luxe (in what looks like a Smith-Corona case) – $169.99

Royal KMG – $139

Underwood Universal – $169

Kind of banged up Royal Quiet De Luxe $124.99

Royal Arrow – no price

Olympia SF – $129

Smith-Corona Secretarial (?) $65

SCM Classic 12 – $59.99

The Underwood below was being sold in “as-is” condition for $199.99.

Underwood M – $199.99 “as -is”

The number and variety of typewriters at this single antique mall suggests that the supply is good here in Salt Lake and judging by the  prices, the market is healthy and hungry for typewriters.

After the antique mall, we drove by the Mormon Temple:

photo: daughter Echevarria

The streets in Salt Lake are incredibly wide, and I’ve read that Brigham Young himself directed them to be built thus so that wagon teams could turn in the streets without “resorting to profanity.”

We then stopped by the Great Salt Lake on our way out of the city.  I have fond childhood memories of a family vacation when we played in the Great Salt Lake. The salinity of the lake is so high that you can’t sink – you just float and bob in the water. This lady gets the Great Salt Lake exactly right.  It’s stinky and buggy, but so fun.

After that we hit the road for Nevada. We raced past salt flats that ran for miles in every direction.

photo: daughter Echevarria

After we entered Nevada, we noticed that it was getting hazier and hazier.  By the time we reached our hotel, the air was gray with smoke.

Fire season is a terrible thing in the western states. In summer and into the early fall,  the vegetation turns dry, the winds begin to blow, and the fires start. Right now there are several active fires burning in California.

In Winnemucca, a smoky haze hung over the town.  The hotel lost wi-fi service while we were there because of fires to the west.  I watched a whole troop of sunburned firefighters check into the hotel.

Parts of the road home through the Sierra today were very smoky, but fortunately we encountered no road closures.

Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion of Typewriters Across America: Typewriters of the SF Bay Area.

Day 5: Typewriters of Wyoming (Continued)

Yesterday we started out in Laramie, WY and ended the day in Salt Lake City, UT.  My daughter and I decided to hit a couple antique malls in Laramie before leaving town. It’s a college town (University of Wyoming) and a pretty big city for Wyoming, so the typewriter prospects were good.

Bart’s Flea Market
2401 Soldier Springs Rd, Laramie, WY 82070

Bart’s is a huge standing flea market that occupies what looks like a former grocery store.

Well, this looks promising:

We were greeted at the door by a raccoon: Howdy, pardner!

There were about 50 separate booths, but among them all we could only find one typewriter:

Brother Select-O-Riter – $69.00

Huh. Well, onto the next antique mall:

SALS Antiques
1575 N 4th St, Ste 107,  Laramie, WY 82072

SALS was conveniently located next to a Goodwill. Looks like another old grocery store.

It was huge (almost as big as Bart’s) and packed with interesting stuff. But no typewriters. Not a single one.

The gentlemen at the counter seemed bemused when I asked about typewriters. They rarely got them and the big ones were hard to sell. He had an old black Underwood (very heavy) at home that was broken that he couldn’t sell. He wished he could sell it to me but he didn’t have it at the store.

Another gentleman in the store told me he had three typewriters, but they were in west Laramie and would I like to come see them? I thanked him and told him no, we were just passing through.

My daughter and I then walked next door to see if there was anything at Goodwill. There were no typewriters at Goodwill.

I took the opportunity to yell at some unsupervised kids who were playing in traffic in front of Goodwill. “YOU KIDS: GET OUT OF THE TRAFFIC,” I yelled. That was deeply satisfying. I could do that all day.

We hopped in the car and headed west.  See those snow covered peaks way off in the distance? Those are the Rocky Mountains.  That’s the only time we saw snow covered peaks all day.  Instead we ascended to high flattish-lumpy desert that got progressively more barren as we climbed.

photo: daughter Echevarria

Up, up, up we went and it became increasingly arid. Alkalai flats and sagebrush began to appear. We saw groups of pronghorn antelope.  Sadly no pictures of the pronghorn, but here are some desert horses hanging out.

photo: daughter Echevarria

Out of nowhere popped an oil refinery – like Gas Town in Mad Max.

photo: daughter Echevarria

I had mapped out a first stop at an antique store in Rawlins, WY.  It had a pretty little downtown, but many vacant shop fronts.

301 Plaza
420 W Cedar St, Rawlins, WY 82301

Sadly, our destination had gone out of business:

Back in the car.  Fortunately, I had thrift shops mapped out in Rock Springs, WY which is a largish town with a community college.

We were up at about 7,000-8,000 ft. We crossed the Continental Divide twice (long story)

Rock Springs was a bust in terms of typewriters: one thrift shop was closed and two others had no typewriters.  There were lots of empty store fronts in the historic downtown area.

Back on the road.

photo: daughter Echevarria

We couldn’t get a data connection on my phone to research thrifts and antique stores in towns further down the road.  Fortunately, my husband back in Virginia texted us a list of shops in a town called Evanston, WY, so we made a stop.

Some stores on the list were closed (either permanently or for the day), but we found one open:

NU2U Thrift Shop
221 10th St Ste 1, Evanston, Wyoming 82930

This thrift shop is housed in what was formerly the post office and court house:

It’s a grand old building, and it was a little jarring to see the racks and shelves jammed into the space.

The old building directory is still up:

There was one typewriter there – a gray and mustard combo:

Singer (rebranded Smith-Corona) electric – $20

Back in the car for our last bit of road to Salt Lake City, I thought about the typewriters I saw (and didn’t see) in Wyoming. I had hoped to find untapped troves of typewriters in wilds of Wyoming.  I saw just three: one in Cheyenne, one in Laramie, and one in Evanston. Was I looking in the wrong places?

More likely I saw few because they are few and far apart.  It’s a state with low population density – second lowest density state after Alaska with 6 residents per square mile.  Few people = few typewriters. And they’re all spread out. It may be that I actually did pretty good spotting three in Wyoming.

We made our way to Salt Lake City, UT descending the Wasatch mountains into the Great Basin.

photo: daughter Echevarria

This morning we’ll try our luck typewriter spotting in Salt Lake City.

Typewriters of Nebraska and Wyoming: the Fourth Day

We stayed the night in Grand Island, Nebraska.  Before leaving yesterday, we decided to check out an antique mall in town.

Railroad Towne Antique Mall
321 W 3rd St, Grand Island, NE 68801

It was packed with stuff – more than 50 vendors and some with multiple booths on three levels:

However, there was only one typewriter in the whole mall: an S-C Sterling with the margins pushed together so it wouldn’t type.  I fixed the margins and pondered the scarcity of typewriters.

S-C Sterling – $35

I worried that we might be approaching bare spots in terms of typewriter populations.

We hopped back in the car and set off down I-80 through beautiful rural Nebraska.

photo: daughter Echevarria

I had mapped out another antique mall to hit in North Platte, NE. After my experience in Grand Island, I kept my expectations reasonable.

North Platte has a beautiful historic downtown area. It was bit empty when we visited, but I feel like it’s on the edge of a renaissance.

Red Roof Antiques
304 E 5th St, North Platte, NE 69101

This was a huge antique mall, full of stuff.

Bingo!  Typewriters ahead!

SCM Coronet Electric – $45

I love the pretty red and cream accents on the Royal Quiet De Luxe below:

Royal QDL – $79.95

Corona Standard portable – $69.95

Brother Cassette Correct-O-Riter II – $12.95

I walked into a room in the back and saw a familiar case:

It was a Lettera 22 upside down in its case. It had one of those Krazy Karriages that don’t stop and go wheeee!  I thought to myself, “I need to take custody of this poor broken thing.”

Underwood-Olivetti Lettera 22 – $37.50

It wasn’t until I was paying for it that I noticed that it had a cursive typeface:

I was very happy after that.  I now have a project to play with in San Mateo.  It has a case, so it will be easy to bring on the plane as a carry-on when I return to Virginia.

Thank you, North Platte. That great grain elevator is formidable.

photo: daughter Echevarria

I found out after we left that North Platte is home to Union Pacific’s Bailey Yards, the largest railroad  yard in the world. Whatta town.

We got back in the car continued west on I-80.  Traveling through Nebraska, we hit a thunderstorm.  I eyed the skies nervously for funnel clouds.

photo: daughter Echevarria

photo: daughter Echevarria

photo: daughter Echevarria

Fortunately it was brief and we skirted the edge of a major storm.

As we approached the Nebraska/Wyoming border, the terrain changed and scrubby pine trees began to appear.

photo: daughter Echevarria

photo: daughter Echevarria

Once in Wyoming, we headed for Cheyenne where I had mapped out an antique mall.

Eclectic Elephant
112 W 18th St, Cheyenne, WY 82001

We were definitely headed west.

There were lots of vendors (40+) but unfortunately just one typewriter to be found:

Remington Noiseless portable – $45 – no case top

However, there was just a whole lot of everything else to be taken in:

This Indian maiden with raccoons occupies a special place in my heart:

Dudes: the 70s were a fertile time for facial hair

We checked out of Cheyenne as another storm was threatening to break out. There were tons of people in town and lots of pedestrians on the street. Cheyenne is a happening place.

Back on the road, the foothills of the Rockies began to make their presence known.

There they are…
photo: daughter Echevarria

They’re getting closer – look at those weird rock formations
photo: daughter Echevarria

Wow – we are really getting into the hills.
photo: daughter Echevarria

We beat the storm and made it to Laramie, WY where we stayed the night. Next up: Salt Lake City, UT.