It ain’t so, Joe.

During our six hour drive through Wyoming, the following things happened:

1. I got pulled over for driving 92 in an 75 mph zone. Even our cute Wedding Road Trip stickers on the Fusion didn’t soften up T.P. King, our unflappable state trooper.

2. The beautiful roads of Wyoming delivered to us one shiny pebble that promptly drilled itself into the lower left corner of the windshield, where it proceeded to start a crack that spread halfway across the dash. I swear at that moment, I heard Roxy wail.

3. The hotel where our California family is staying during our August wedding ceremony called to say that they’d forgotten to record the group rate for the people who had already made reservations. Nothing like typing up a guest list in the middle of a rest stop in Nowhereville.

4. One of our Wedding Road Trip friends had to cancel. While her reasons were more than valid, it was still disappointing, considering we had changed our route just to see her.

5. There were no hot gay cowboys or jaw-dropping scenery, unless you count the several adult porn/fireworks kiosks that lined the freeway.

All in all, everything ended up working out. California doesn’t have traffic ticket reciprocity with Wyoming, our windshield will be fixed tomorrow thanks to Ford’s insanely amazing insurance coverage, the guest list was tweaked, and we’re adding an extra day to our Austin itinerary and hoping to catch our friend the next time around.

In the end, I suspect that this trip will have a few more Wyoming Days.