Farewell to the Tetons. Farewell to the Parks. Alas, we begin out trek home; but not without “driving donuts” and coffee. The day is clear and temperatures promise a warm drive home. Gradually, the mountains become foothills, which become rolling plains. Western Wyoming is as large as Montana, as we track parallel to mountain ranges, fifty miles distant, on either side of us.
Cattle and pronghorn dot the landscape, certainly in greater number than humans. It should be noted that evidence of human presence is minimal, not unlike the western half of South Dakota. Hey, it’s a road trip – there’s nothing out here – it’s Wyoming.
Thanks for joining us on the trip. If nothing else, at least we found where the deer and the antelope play.
Cattle and pronghorn dot the landscape, certainly in greater number than humans. It should be noted that evidence of human presence is minimal, not unlike the western half of South Dakota. Hey, it’s a road trip – there’s nothing out here – it’s Wyoming.
Thanks for joining us on the trip. If nothing else, at least we found where the deer and the antelope play.
Stay tuned for "do you know your Scat and Tracks?" and "In Retrospect"
1 comment:
I just LOVE the pictures you've posted. Really makes me want to visit, they are just gorgeous!!! I'm SO GLAD you are home! Looking forward to seeing you!
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