The High Steppe

Today was amazing, but I am so sore it hurts to think. So I will save for tomorrow tales of caustic cows and finding my way home, and instead show you what my computer has managed to crunch together while the photos from today are downloading.




This if from western Nebraska. Note the dumb luck on the train running under the bridge on the far right.



A cameo from my dog, and the mountains outside of Laramie, WY.



And the rosy glow of forest fires at sunset (here's to you, Cynthia) over the Gros Ventre Range, also the closest place to Jackson to still feel kinda far away.

-jb.