I was driving through Laramie, Wyoming last summer and stopped at a gas-station to fill-up and get a snack when I noticed the black-and-white face of Butch Cassidy gazing at me steadily from beneath the rim of his bowler hat. As I looked around, I saw the same face, decorating the front of t-shirts, shot glasses and magnets up and down each aisle. As I stared, the attendant called out, “that’s Butch Cassidy. He escaped from every prison they ever put him in,” he said, “’cept one.” That one was the Wyoming Territorial Prison. Continue reading “RV Travel Review: The Wyoming Territorial Prison”
