The distances between towns in Wyoming can be quite long, especially on some of the more lonesome highways.
When I saw a road sign announcing that the next town would be Chugwater, I made it a point to stop even though it wasn’t necessary.
If you’re like me, the name of that town is music to your ears. I bet that goes for chuggers and non-chuggers alike.
I’ll admit to a little chugging experience. In fact, that was standard practice for me and more than a few of my high school chums. We’d chug before and after class.
That’s because if we were leaving school grounds and getting into a car or onto a bus we couldn’t bring our beverages with us. The rules in the late 70s and early 80s were pretty clear. No drinking, sipping or chugging of your Mountain Dew where it might spill and lead to sticky floors.
Chugwater, Wyoming turned out to be neither a surprise or a disappointment. Just a place to get some gas and sugary soda.
I got the gas but skipped the drink then got back on the road before the rain started.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.