* DRINKS ON THE HOUSE. When we stopped for the night in Jeffrey City, Wyo., the Ore House Bar was kind enough to invite us all over for free beer. Half of the participants on the Mormon Trail Wagon Train are not Mormons, so they took the Ore House up on the offer. When the bar owners found out that the rest of us don't drink alcohol, they cheerfully ladled out soft drinks. The hit of the evening was a karaoke demonstration, when Al Pero, a wild-looking manwith a beard, ponytail and granny glasses, put on my pink dress and joined me, my cousin and Kimberly Lloyd in singing "I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar." It was good enough to make the evening news back in Salt Lake.
* CHICKEN TONIGHT. Floyd Hohl's friend Lloyd Meinhardt couldn't make the trip but sent his beloved chicken, Cluck-Cluck, along with Floyd's wagon. Floyd sets quite a store by Cluck-Cluck and took seriously his responsibility to care for him; in fact, at times it was almost funny. Too funny to resist, as it turned out. Sheila Amdor, 40, of Council Bluffs, Iowa, and Larry "Turbo" Stewart, 25, of Milton, Iowa, took a dead chicken's foot and put Cluck-Cluck's leg leash on it. They scattered a few feathers around, hid Cluck-Cluck and started talking about a yellow dog running around camp. Floyd ran to his wagon to check on his poultric pal. Gone! He picked up the leash with the leg attached and said in mournful tones, "That's too bad. But then I never did think he'd make it the whole way." Floyd took the loss so hard that Sheila and Turbo felt like yellow dogs themselves. They gave the chicken back and apologized.