Up at 6 a.m. and headed right out back over the gravel road. The morning sun bouncing off the MT walls was spectacular. I am sure I stopped six times to view and photograph. On 287S/29E the buttes of layered colors jutting up, a few miles on plateaus of muted greens, a few miles more flat sagebrush land hemmed in by layers of distant mountains, then later to the left a canyon, take a turn to cross the roaring Wind River into Indian land. There wasn’t much to see on this Indian reservation. The Crow store was closed. So few autos on this road, I can stop in the middle to get my pic.
|Trout with no where to go|
|WY ST Gas Chamber|