I want to add this in here, although it is more about classic missing time, rather than gaining time. But, I think I should put it here, simply
because what happened to my husband and I was so weird, yet we didn't even realize it until February of last year, almost 7 years after it happened.
Our memories of the event were fully functional, but dissecting the event, it makes absolutely zero logical sense.
In June of 2005, we were living south of Chicago and friends of mine had invited us out to Seattle to play records at a club. We decided to take a
road trip because neither of us had been west before. The first day we drove from Chicago to Mitchell, SD. We left the next morning at 7 am from
Mitchell, SD (just inside the SD/MN border). Around noonish, we were in the Black Hills, right on schedule. We crossed into WY and then into Montana
and stopped around 5ish. It was when we got here that we realized we were running out of money and decided to cancel our show and detour back into
WY, maybe staying a couple of days in CO, since neither of us had been there before. So, we backtracked and got dinner in Sheridan around 6. We had
never stayed in WY before and only had an atlas, so we looked at staying in Casper, since it looked big on the map. We ate dinner and started driving
south to Casper. We got to Casper around 9ish and began stopping at hotels, looking for a room. By this time, we had been driving for just about 14
hours straight (but I think there was a time change somewhere in there).
All the hotel rooms were booked solid, something about some sort of tournaments that take place at that time. We were told that the whole state was
filled up because of it. It's dark and we're driving on very, very hilly parts of I-25, there are huge shoulder drop-offs and no guard rails, we're
the only car out, besides semi trucks. We start driving town to town, which sucks, because for those of you that have been there, WY does not have
many of them, and the ones that had hotels were all booked up, just like they said they'd be when we were in Casper. We found nothing, no real towns,
and stopped at a truck stop parking lot to sleep, but it was too uncomfortable. We drove further and ended up stopping at a rest area, trying to
sleep in the car, but again, too uncomfortable. We decided to try and keep going, looking for a hotel somewhere. We eventually reached Cheyenne,
which is not far over the border from CO. We rolled in to a hotel in Cheyenne and it was 5 am. We drove for 22 hours straight.
This story was told to friends & family for years. The day we drove 22 hours straight. Hallucinating from lack of sleep, stuck in the car, our first
trip into the wild west, definitely memorable. We told that story for almost 7 years. Two years later, we moved to CO. We have been in WY several
times after that, down that same stretch of highway. Almost 5 years after moving here and being in WY numerous times, we discovered this:
When talking about that trip last February, we realized that the time did not add up. Something happened after Casper. There is no way it should
have taken almost 8 hours to go from Casper to Cheyenne. I looked at Mapquest and sure enough, it should only take just about 4 1/2 hours. Now, we
did stop at that truck stop for about 20 minutes. We stopped at that rest area for about 30 minutes. We stopped in maybe 5 or 6 other towns for
about 2-5 minutes each. At most, it should have taken us 6 hours, if you add in the time it takes, plus a liberal amount of time from our other
stops. Where did that two hours go?
I investigated further and found there were more inconsistencies with our memory of the event and mapquest. We recall stopping 5-6 other times
between Casper and Cheyenne, not including the truck stop and rest area. I checked on a map and sure enough, the truck stop is still there and the
rest area is right where we remembered it being. However, there were not 5 or 6 other places for us to have stopped at these hotels. There is
nothing there. One of those stops came off of a frontage road and went underneath the interstate to a little motel. However, that motel was boarded
up. I saw that motel on google earth, it does exist. However, when discussing this part with my husband, he had no idea what I was talking about.
He does not remember just sitting in that motel's parking lot. I also remember pulling over onto the shoulder before we got to that motel. I vividly
remember this, because it was pitch black, no lights anywhere, no trucks even, remember thinking that it was a steep drop. He does not remember
Our memory of that night was so intact, yet we never questioned the ridiculousness of the amount of time it took to get where we were going. My
point? We never questioned our memories of that night, just ran with the story for years. How many times do we, as humans, do this? Why did this
happen, where did that time go?
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