We are headed west to stay with Cheryl’s brother in Hailey, Idaho and help out after his bilateral knee replacement. We drove south & west towards Jackson, WY., not sure where we will stop for the night.
The scenery was again amazing, rolling hills and interesting rock formations. We got to watch a baling machine gather and make bales of hay. Looking over some desert landscape full of sage brush, we could see where a river was running through because of the tree line.
I missed getting a photo of the Wyoming State line, oops! We enjoyed the profusion of sunflowers along the highway, and passed an old Woody (with surfboards on top) pulling a small teardrop trailer. The car’s side windows were covered with stickers of all the places he has traveled. I bet he’s got some stories to tell.
We passed through some adorable western towns, followed along some curious looking Buttes, past the tiny community of Lost Springs (Pop 4), passed along the side of traveling coal trains, saw a Jackalope on the hill, crossed the North Platte River (of Oregon Trail fame), saw a Triceratops in a field of flowers and finally reached Casper, WY. where we took a break for lunch and got fuel.
Again, we are reminded that Wyoming is the Energy Capital with all the oil pumps in the fields and a historical marker along the highway telling of the "Big Muddy Oil Field" of 1916. We also learned that the first oil wells were drilled in Wyoming in 1884.
As we were driving through mountains east of the Tetons, the absolutely gorgeous colorful Absaroka Mountains, we decided to stop in Dubois, WY., the backyard to Yellowstone. It was a small camp with NO CELL PHONE coverage except one corner spot on the deck of café. We set up and had dinner & drinks in café and retired early as we were exhausted from the altitude, which was about 7,000’.