Day 8: Keyhole State Park, Wyoming

We ran out of gas on the highway, 1.9 miles from the Common Cents gas station. Yep.

It was 106 degrees, and in order to keep the boys contented, we played The Hamster Dance Song. On repeat. Previous to this arrangement we’d allowed one playing of the song per day.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing this track, I invite you to do so without delay.

20 minutes later the AAA gentleman arrived to rescue us. Air conditioning was blessedly restored.

At long last we crossed the Montana border into Wyoming.

Pulling into Keyhole State Park, we were told our reservation was non-electric (an oversight on my part) and the camp host office was now closed. At 111 degrees any sleeping with two young boys would be an impossibility without electricity.

I immediately had visions of a long, hot and sudsy shower and shave, wrapping up with a thick terry robe in a chilly hotel room off the interstate…

Meanwhile Matt found a woman working at the Marina who (seeing as it was a Monday) pointed us toward the vacant sites with full hook-ups – for the going rate, of course.

I’m not so fancy. Splash in the lake, a good night’s sleep, and away we go.