Back to the drive up 287. The blue skies were spectacular. In this shot, it's hard to tell where the snow on the peaks ends and the clouds begin.
This was an interesting crag beside the road.
This is what it looked like when we parked next to it.
As we got closer to Laramie, and higher in elevation, the snow was not only on the peaks, but also in the valleys and fields.
This was taken from a high point on the road.
A mesa in the middle of the rolling fields. There may have been cows out there, but we were too far away to see them. The distances you can see are simply mind boggling to those of us from the East Coast, where the ground rolls up and down, trees tower over us, and the skies are not endless. (There is a reason they call Montana "The Big Sky State," and most western states could be similarly named.)
Tomorrow is Thorsday, then I'll show you some of the structures we saw along 287.