This last day of travel has been one of great contrast.
Yesterday we awoke in West Yellowstone, Montana, and spent the first part of the day driving through Yellowstone and Grand Teton NPs, along the Snake River, through Jackson, Wyoming, then turning back east to Idaho, to hug the border road on the west side of the mountains.
It is in southwest Wyoming that we entered the strange new world around Fossil Butte, Wyoming (no Kathy, it's not fossil butt).
Massive outcrops of sediment, not like we saw in the mountains, but dry and desert-like. Contrast was found in rock formation, not vegetation, because there was none. It was like... God unplugged the drain at the bottom of the sea, and all that was left was an endless vastness, a parched wilderness that spoke of prospectors and biblical prophets. This was a place one would seek when wanting to avoid the distractions of life (unless you are a geologist), but for me, it only served a reminder that we miss our friends back home. Friends and neighbors are like water in the desert, and so our journey continues to flow downhill toward the Gulf.
Today we leave Rock Springs, Wyoming, and head toward the east plains of Colorado to visit my cousin Kirk and wife Lisa.
Here's to the homeward journey.
God bless you all.
Jim
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