Laramie Saddlebag Purse (Plain)
I was just a kid when I first saw Laramie, Wyoming. We were driving cross-country to Monterey, California in our Chevy van. To save money, we camped out along the way, packed our food and drinks. The van didn’t have air conditioning. There was only AM radio. No such thing as onboard entertainment systems in those days. Long, long hours with little to do but look at the scenery. There was a lot of scenery. We’d spent a hard day driving, the sun had already dropped below the horizon, and night was coming fast. We were all tired, irritable, in need of rest. As we dropped down out of the mountains, we could see the lights of Laramie glittering below us like someone had just opened a chest of jewels. It seemed magical. We stopped at the first campground we came to and slept for the night. The next morning, feeling refreshed, we drove into Laramie for a much-needed breakfast. Named after the French trapper Jacques LaRamie, the town of Laramie was founded in the 1860s as a stop on the Overland Stage Route. The Pony Express came through here too. Hard, young men on fast horses with letter-crammed saddlebags strapped over their haunches. When we passed through n 1969, it was still pretty much a cow town. Lots Stetsons, western shirts, cowboy boots, pickup trucks. And purses like this one.
The Laramie Saddlebag Purse. Takes its name from the city and its shape from those famed mail bags. One large, main compartment for your all your necessaries. Full-width back pocket for receipts, bills, letters, etc. Front pocket that’ll fit most smart phones. Top flap with clasp closure makes sure your important stuff won’t fall out along the trail. Adjustable, cross-body strap keeps the bag securely at your side. An ideal purse, whether you’re moseying along the streets of Laramie or navigating Manhattan’s concrete canyons.
I was just a kid when I first saw Laramie, Wyoming. We were driving cross-country to Monterey, California in our Chevy van. To save money, we camped out along the way, packed our food and drinks. The van didn’t have air conditioning. There was only AM radio. No such thing as onboard entertainment systems in those days. Long, long hours with little to do but look at the scenery. There was a lot of scenery. We’d spent a hard day driving, the sun had already dropped below the horizon, and night was coming fast. We were all tired, irritable, in need of rest. As we dropped down out of the mountains, we could see the lights of Laramie glittering below us like someone had just opened a chest of jewels. It seemed magical. We stopped at the first campground we came to and slept for the night. The next morning, feeling refreshed, we drove into Laramie for a much-needed breakfast. Named after the French trapper Jacques LaRamie, the town of Laramie was founded in the 1860s as a stop on the Overland Stage Route. The Pony Express came through here too. Hard, young men on fast horses with letter-crammed saddlebags strapped over their haunches. When we passed through n 1969, it was still pretty much a cow town. Lots Stetsons, western shirts, cowboy boots, pickup trucks. And purses like this one.
The Laramie Saddlebag Purse. Takes its name from the city and its shape from those famed mail bags. One large, main compartment for your all your necessaries. Full-width back pocket for receipts, bills, letters, etc. Front pocket that’ll fit most smart phones. Top flap with clasp closure makes sure your important stuff won’t fall out along the trail. Adjustable, cross-body strap keeps the bag securely at your side. An ideal purse, whether you’re moseying along the streets of Laramie or navigating Manhattan’s concrete canyons.
I was just a kid when I first saw Laramie, Wyoming. We were driving cross-country to Monterey, California in our Chevy van. To save money, we camped out along the way, packed our food and drinks. The van didn’t have air conditioning. There was only AM radio. No such thing as onboard entertainment systems in those days. Long, long hours with little to do but look at the scenery. There was a lot of scenery. We’d spent a hard day driving, the sun had already dropped below the horizon, and night was coming fast. We were all tired, irritable, in need of rest. As we dropped down out of the mountains, we could see the lights of Laramie glittering below us like someone had just opened a chest of jewels. It seemed magical. We stopped at the first campground we came to and slept for the night. The next morning, feeling refreshed, we drove into Laramie for a much-needed breakfast. Named after the French trapper Jacques LaRamie, the town of Laramie was founded in the 1860s as a stop on the Overland Stage Route. The Pony Express came through here too. Hard, young men on fast horses with letter-crammed saddlebags strapped over their haunches. When we passed through n 1969, it was still pretty much a cow town. Lots Stetsons, western shirts, cowboy boots, pickup trucks. And purses like this one.
The Laramie Saddlebag Purse. Takes its name from the city and its shape from those famed mail bags. One large, main compartment for your all your necessaries. Full-width back pocket for receipts, bills, letters, etc. Front pocket that’ll fit most smart phones. Top flap with clasp closure makes sure your important stuff won’t fall out along the trail. Adjustable, cross-body strap keeps the bag securely at your side. An ideal purse, whether you’re moseying along the streets of Laramie or navigating Manhattan’s concrete canyons.
