On our way to visit Yellowstone Park, we were westbound on the highway between Cody and the park. All at once, traffic started to slow, and then the cars in front of us stopped. There were no cars coming in the opposite direction. It was then that I looked out the side window and saw the largest elk herd I’d ever seen. Numbering well over a hundred individuals, the line stretched for some distance. Using my 16-300mm telephoto set to maximum zoom, I captured an image of the lead group well off in the distance. Continue reading
Somewhere in Wyoming.
On our way back to Fargo this year, we made a scheduled stop in Deadwood for the North Central Region Civil Air Patrol Annual Conference. On the way, we passed this interesting butte that is reminiscent of Arizona and New Mexico. I happened to be riding shotgun as Lynn drove on Highway 85. I rolled the window down and grabbed a couple of images. Continue reading
After leaving Mount Rushmore and the drive along the Iron Mountain Road, our next stop could have been Georgetown Colorado, but it would have been another two and a half hours, and a very late arrival. We decided instead to layover at Cheyenne, Wyoming. Coincidently, we noted on signage around the city that Cheyenne is celebrating their 150th anniversary. The city today is a major hub at the intersection of Interstate 25 and Interstate 80, as well as the home of two railroads. Looking for something to do, we asked at the hotel front desk what might be going on in town on a Saturday night. The desk clerk told us to cross the big bridge and check out the old Depot Plaza. On Friday nights, they have a concert called “Fridays on the Plaza.”
“But…”, I protested. “It’s Saturday night.” Continue reading
This week’s Travel Tuesday could probably be called a Throwback Thursday post… except it’s not Thursday… Continue reading