Today (which, here in Wyoming, is still Sunday) we drove instead of hiking: to South Pass City. Of course, we had to walk around a little once we got there, but it weren’t no mile-and-a-half, and it didn’t involve a climb of 800 feet in elevation. Considering it started at 7,825 feet above sea level, that’s just fine—it’s higher than we got on yesterday’s hike.
Among the sights is a little museum on the site of the house where Esther Hobart Morris—who presided in South Pass City as the first woman justice of the peace in history, starting in 1869—lived. In that same year, Wyoming’s territorial legislature passed the first full women’s suffrage law anywhere in the world, hence the Cowboy State’s alternate nickname as “the Equality State.“
From there we drove to nearby Atlantic City for a swim in the—oops, wrong Atlantic City. We ate lunch at the Atlantic City Mercantile, which was originally the Giessler Store and Post Office but which now operates as a restaurant and saloon. I had a burger, but after the way Chris raved about the homemade chili she ordered, I know what I’m having next time we get down there.
A part of me wants to move to Atlantic City.
