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.
The Big Horn Mountains are on your left as you travel north from Casper
Many of the roads and highways in Wyoming are made from the abundance of red dirt.
These topless hoodoos remind me of Mount Rushmore.
As I crossed the state line into Montana, the land became fit for farming again but always in the background were the mountains.
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:
Well, that's it for this day. Tomorrow I'll make my way across Montana, hopefully arriving home before nightfall.