As soon as we left Rock Springs, the country side opened up. I said, “WOW! They could shoot westerns here. No telephone wires, no roads other than this one, no cars, no planes, not even jet streams!”
Another historical stop had a path to a rock with ancient drawings. 100 to 400 AD they were dated. Not super duper old, but old enough to be impressive.
We came to a small town with a park. Mayville, I think. We had our standard fare. We still had some of the lavender infused jam we bought at the Portland Farmers Market.
I tried to sneak a picture. I told George what a saw and he started to stare.
The picture below talks about a freed slave that worked much of his life in the area.
Later we saw her go in the bathroom. The next time I was closer when her skirt blew up and she had granny style cotton panties on. Was it my imagination? Or was something fishing going on? After all these are the descendants of rustlers...
The next town we entered was Craig. The cowboy museum was closed.
Further down the road we stopped again at a point of interest and learned that the hwy we were traveling on, Hwy 40, was completed in 1920 and ran coast to coast.
We stopped at an out cropping and saw that these rocks had faces. One looks like an alien and the other looks like a mouse or ???
This was a good spot to do our exercises. So we did some.
Our hosts live outside of Oak Creek. So we drove through the small town of Oak Creek and stopped by the mining display.
We came over a hill and there was a lake that was very black at the bottom of the hill. The picture doesn't really show how black it was.
We had bought Subway Sandwiches in Craig and we dined on their deck.
Then I drove with George back down to the black lake to walk on a trail. We thought it would go all the way around. But after a mile and a half we were tired and ready to turn around.