IF WE HADN’T NOTICED THE SIGN, we wouldn’t have know we had entered Wyoming — there just isn’t much to distinguish it from northern Colorado, just a few more pronghorns. And Rawlins, where we spent the night doesn’t have much to offer either.
Fossil Beds NM
After six weeks we’ve finished our business in Colorado and are moving north. Our doctors have pronounced us fit(ish) and our dental work is completed. Our vision has been corrected, mostly — John will soon need cataract surgery on his right eye — and after a false positive mammogram, Connie’s breasts have a Grade A rating but I could have told them that without the scan, or the scare. Our finances are in good order. We have seen five baseball games, visited all of our friends and road-tripped to Kalamazoo for a birthday party and Pittsburgh for a wedding.
Cedar Waxwing
We passed another night in WY at Ft. Bridger. With a population of less than 300, it isn’t much of a town but it is near (by Wyoming standards) Fossil Beds National Monument, the last NPS site in the state on our list. On the way we saw three badgers playing along the roadside, a rare treat, but no photos.
Wyoming wildflowers
The visitor center is filled with an amazing number of fantastic specimens that paleontologists have unearthed from the Green River strata. Connie hiked up to the site but there is nothing there to see. I went halfway — the hills at 7000 feet kicked my butt. Maybe the doctors missed something.
