Bighorn National Forest is stunning. I hope to come back someday and see the Wyoming Dolomites on the Western side properly, in daylight, on foot. I only saw the wild beauty of the eastern side of the high pass, over 9000 feet, in the morning when we woke in the hunting lodge where I called it quits.
We drove up the western side in the darkness, total silence. I could see some of the dolomite spires as perfect black against the starry night sky, occasional shooting star distracting me from my slow and steady pace up a steep road I know was surrounded by crazy drops, as well as marked by signs for fallen rock and elk crossing. Hence deciding reaching the top of the pass was good enough for one night and wandering into a very local hunting lodge for the night.
Speaking of elk, Mia was fired up to chase the elk the hunters were after in the morning! She was less then enthused about the 'road trip command' and settled in grumpily for a 350 mile haul.
#eastbound #eastbound #roadtrip
The open beauty of Sheridan Valley, where the Lone Mountain Ranch horses winter, and antelope graze the fields. The geology that created such topography must be fascinating, it is all so different from what I know.
On a ridiculously comic note, today in South Dakota. Mia was yet again determined to get an (albino) prairie dog as a consolation prize/pet for our homeward trip. Hopping the fence in her focus, she matched their squeaks with plaintive whines & whistles, begging for friendship.
As on our westbound stop in the Badlands, they weren’t having any of it. You can see them in the background confidently ignoring her as they play.
Poor Mia, she hated the National Park dog regulations (very reasonable really,) & has been on strike since leaving Montana, sitting on top of my bags and moping around the car, not that I blame her.
Wispy twilight clouds over the ocean like rolling & rippling topography of eastern South Dakota. I’m a fan of the austere meditative beauty.
#southdakota #chasingthelight #borntoroam #notallwhowanderarelost