Today was the day I followed Emma's ride in my Outlaw story. I'm not posting those photos here, however, because I need them for my Thurs Prairie Chick post. But I recorded many other photos for you. Here's a pic of the the Laramie Mountains from the local McDonald's parking lot. This is what you'd see if you looked south from the city of Casper.
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A typical sight in Wyoming are these piles of boulders just lying there in the middle of a field. It always makes me wonder what formation they were before they fell.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xarcbYjTSDAWwi21t9HygogTf-0QlBQCCR5TSdBCmWEQnxAWhlXFUMiA6sM2TxwHLpQ2qtyPW0loSd15_oEQw9nB5G771xVH30lY02zS3UYnnhtSZtZQjLt4fhterjcJptvPWGyEudY/s400/Emmas+Ride+Pile+of+Rocks.jpg)
Honestly, you can't go 2 miles without spotting a heard of a dozen or so pronghorn antelopes. They are a real menace on the Wyoming roads and I see them eating the farmer's fields which appears to be a luxury in this semi-arid state.
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Wyoming reminded me of the biblical wilderness. Forlorn windmills like this one dot the state:
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This memorial and an information sign are all that mark the route of the Bozeman trail.
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I thought a butte was a flat topped hill. Nobody told me it was 20 times wider than it's height. This is a picture of one of the 'Pumpkin' Buttes.
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The Big Horn Mountains are on your left as you travel north from Casper![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XadnUP4QqAYHcCtyWEasKvAO1r4QM0YX1OZsrMVykG9Bcec4OQOEYrPsSZVkgRPEi6jLmclPK-S5EZxAheSQr6_ca_0tlQRgTDaotLMNApMRuq1JELvO8dF8Ixkg0aNslKkJXZg4gCY/s400/Tues+Big+Horn+Mtns.jpg)
Many of the roads and highways in Wyoming are made from the abundance of red dirt.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_CfGPnKrKChj72ZdKP0h91ZNuMfYznoaYoZ2EbsDNVCVtr_EkDtaupZNMdKwXfJEhn1Hv4OYWM-dBDydVfQ3TLYesnAxIu81VhffQmSr9INDf_JTRedO-JoNgyJB8Odfa1k8E7tHb_k/s400/Tuers+red+soil.jpg)
These topless hoodoos remind me of Mount Rushmore.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAH7CFRDMuqENvn73lTMx6j0ABlG9Gkd5ZqyoaKnjWNkSEhDK7j3b922WmJjOveXEMxRhBCsOYlZ2L_KI87WVsIUfym8fZzfR_xVsOibXKnIDZ2-kH1CXmEN5si4c1vvj7nsIDKjeogLA/s400/Tues+Hoodoos+standing+sentinel.jpg)
As I crossed the state line into Montana, the land became fit for farming again but always in the background were the mountains.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicz5I2Hzf9I8CO8NASllV_DtFULILXgZVwPC1Q-lOk67f0H5nnpISjsHkMnrMjh66qgZSp0vtzCH2rmsQ_c9ozuQ5fTR1UytY2kwIkydA2N9xrxLE536aRluC_ejklq_PqjSi-qdpbacM/s400/Tues+MT+like+SK+but+more.jpg)
This tree was stark white and dead when I saw it just before sundown. I guess it hid in the shadows by the time I got my camera out:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfD_qrI6aUBF6pS6KKH-AvHymKX7qaitm1wLxh_NW6wwp8pm3YhHYO9hU5qDlXN7g_vSR4885GqaQzRYBhvMqfgFl7moyReDNX9IJAmiDqMTiBfM77QzF8zqh7_y7urZ4a7roXdvzma4/s400/Tues+dead+white+tree.jpg)
Well, that's it for this day. Tomorrow I'll make my way across Montana, hopefully arriving home before nightfall.
very cool pictures Anita. i've really enjoyed them since that area is where I grew up. DIdn't spend a lot of time in Wyoming, but summer camps were always fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deb. Just think... some day you'll have a camper and take Guppy on a summer trip and show him/her all the places you remember. I love looking at familiar things through my children's eyes. :)
ReplyDeleteThese are astounding. They really enrich my imagination! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHey Susanne, I sure like that word, 'enrich'. Glad you enjoyed the pics. Thanks.
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