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A view from our motel in a small town somewhere in the middle of Utah. |
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The mountains loom ahead. Through these mountains, and passes is Salt
Lake City. |
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Our first view upon entering Wyoming from the south. |
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What better icon for Wyoming than a covered wagon. This sits, along
with some other things to see, aside the tourist info station, and rest
stop, on the Wyoming/Utah border. |
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main street, Kemmerer Wyoming. This was a nice quiet typical little
town. |
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Looking up main street, towards the freeway ramps. Southern Wyoming
almost looks like the midwest. |
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A war monument, dedicated to the soldiers who fought in "The Great
War". This was obviously erected in the days before we started to number
world wars. |
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The original JC Penney store, celebrating it's 100th anniversary. |
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Up a side street along the city park. This was a very pleasant little
place. Like many small towns, it featured a great antique shop. |
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The Stock Exchange Club sits along side the city newspaper, and a
rock shop. The cowboy and ranching roots of the area are obvious here. |
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This great old granite building was obviously here back in the days
when this was a cowboy town. It now contains a couple of shops, with apartments
upstairs. I can only guess at what it contained 120 years ago. |
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The Green River, famous for the fur trapper's rendezvous, for explorers,
and pioneers. This is one of the great mountain rivers of the west. It served
as a landmark, and transit system for Indians, trappers, and pioneers alike. |
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Though this is not the spot, the Green River was a meeting place for
the fur trapper rendezvous, which happened every year in the early 1800's.
These were great occasions, and are reenacted every year by enthusiasts.
The old rendezvous served as a marketplace, store, bulletin board, fair,
and wild party for the solitary mountain men who were the first to call this
area their home. |
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The Green River wanders off in solitude, it's heady days behind it.
Though once a main thoroughfare, it is now seldom visited, except by a few
tourists. We were the only people here. |
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Looking down the Green River towards gently eroded hills. |
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This sign (which is just barely readable here) tells a bit about the
history of the area from the Spanish, through the trappers, and pioneers. |
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The back drop of the Green River, are a series of low hills eroded
out of bedded sediments. |
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The Green river basin, as we head up towards Jackson. |
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The inside of the Happy Trails Cafe, in southern Wyoming. This little
place has great burgers, and we left very full. |
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Who could resist a sign promising ice cream in this heat. We would
not escape the scorching temperatures until we got up into the mountains
of Yellowstone Park. Even Jackson offered no relief. |
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Getting ready to hit the road again, refreshed, and somewhat cooled
off. |
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A little ways up the road, it begins to rain, but it is so hot and
dry that none of the rain reaches the ground, it can be seen evaporating
back up into the clouds even as it falls. |
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Though none of this rain reached the ground, it did help to cool the
air a bit, and the cloud cover gave some protection from the blazing sun. |
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Way in the background, past the stillborn rain, can be seen snow covered
mountain peaks. we will not reach them until the following day. |
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Rain continues to try and fall on welcoming ground. |
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Fishing one of the many brooks of Wyoming. Even here in Wyoming's
relatively flat southern portion, these streams are not too far from the
mountain source of their waters. |