Lusk, Wyoming

Not much to report today.  We crossed from Colorado into Wyoming, from Wellington to a small, small town called Lusk.  Never thought I would be sitting in a RV park in the middle of the local homes, well it has happened.

There is something to be said for the small town community.  When I phoned last night to get the physical address of this park, the owner was fascinated by my accent.  When we checked in today, she just wanted me to talk, so she could hear my accent.  I was doing the usual inquiries about how far are we from the nearest shops, she wanted to know what we needed, after explaining that Dirk was not well with a bad sinus attach, she decided we couldn't walk to town.  She got into her vehicle and drove me into "town" to get medication.  I then found out she is a Registered Nurse, so she was able to suggest what I should get.  When I went to pay for my parcel with my credit card, found out they were having a problem with their computer system, and I couldn't use my card and didn't have any cash on me.  Out came her wallet to pay for my parcel.  So, you see not only did she take me to town, prescribe the medication, but she had to pay for it, as well.  Would you get that service in a big town?