Last night we checked in to the Little America Hotel here in Cheyenne, Wyoming.  It was exactly 40 years ago (October 1997) that I served as a missionary in Cheyenne for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.    It has changed a lot.

The front desk recommended Rib & Chop for dinner.  We went there and it was crowded, noisy and an hour wait.  We drove across town and back and found 2 Doors Down.

2 Doors Down

It is fortuitous we found 2 Doors Down.  When the cashier/owner, Sandy Inniss, saw our Route 66 Photographers shirt, she asked if we were Route 66 fans.  We explained we have just completed driving all of Route 66.

She pointed out a photo on the wall.  It was of the Blue Swallow in Tucumcari, New Mexico.  (We took a lot of night shots at the motel.)  She pointed out a Route 66 sign on the wall.  As we looked around, it had many Route 66 like decorations.

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Picture in 2 Doors Down, Cheyenne, Wyoming

As a result, we felt it was extremely fortuitous that Rib & Chop was too full to accommodate us.  This is where we are supposed to eat dinner.

About 2 Doors Down

This husband & wife owned establishment has been around for 8 years.  It is a sit-down restaurant, but you order and pay first, take a number to your table and they bring your meal to you.

For a very casual dining establishment, the service is better than most fancy restaurants.  Every time someone in a 2 Doors Down shirt walked by, they asked, “Can I get you anything else?”  Our drinks were kept full, and everyone there provides top-notch service.

Paul had spaghetti and meatballs.  I had lasagna.  They had homemade cinnamon rolls for today’s dessert special.  I couldn’t resist.  They were the BEST.   My only wish was that they would have had raisins and nuts.


40 years ago on a p-day, our zone came out to a place between Laramie and Cheyenne called Vidauwoo.  This pile of granite boulders made an indelible impression on me.

Again, it isn’t on Route 66, but it’s on our route home. (It’s right off I-80 and easy to get to.)   As a result, I must stop.  We stopped, and I took a bunch of photographs.

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In October 1977 I climbed to the top of the rock on the left.

Because I’m not 20 years old any more, I did not climb the big rocks.  I’m sure I could make my way to the top these days, but after that, it would take a helicopter rescue.