Sweetwater Station, Wyoming

I'm not ready to write about Wind River, because there's no words you can put on it, and there's little going through your head as you drive through it. Mostly, you are overwhelmed, and contemplative, and curious, while the barren but hungry expanse overtakes every direction. 

But as you pass Sweetwater Station, population five, you pass one of the best used bookstores in the nation. Run by lovers running away from Denver city life, they have over 70,000 titles, and a farm. I also caught a kitten in between the American History and Astrology stacks.