We were on our way to Jackson Wyoming where we were to spend a week in a rented log cabin in the woods. We were traveling on US Route 189, a little used road that begins in Utah and ends in Wyoming. Lynn was driving and we had not seen another car for about an hour when, out of nowhere, a dark SUV came up behind us and flashed its lights. Red, then blue, then red again. Lynn pulled over and I asked how fast she was going. “Over 100”, she answered.
The Highway patrol officer smiled politely at her and asked, “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“No, Sir,” she smiled back.
He asked for her license and registration. Well, I’m sure you know the routine. It took him less than 5 minutes to write the ticket.
“You might want to slow it down in the future,” he told her.
“It’s just so beautiful out here,” she said.
“Well, why not take your time to enjoy it?”
“Yes, sir.” She looked down at the ticket. He had written it up for 91 mph. “Thank you,” she smiled.
He gave her a strange smile back.
I did not get any shots of the beautiful countryside. It’s impossible to get anything in focus when your wife is speeding down the highway at over 100 mph. But we did stop in Daniel to stretch our legs and switch drivers.
That’s when I took these shots.