Some people drive for miles in order to reach a destination. Grady and I drive because we just love the road trip itself. It is the journey and not the destination that we find is most important. We take long drives once we reach a central hotel--in this case, Rawlins, Wyoming--and use a reputable guide book to explore the scenic byways and dirt roads and historic sites and just----ohhhhhh--scenery! Rocks! Mountains! Prairie dogs and golden eagles and Western bluebirds and even today, a crane! Unfortunately my camera does not respond quickly enough to most of the wildlife shots but there is an antelope in one of my pictures,with him crossing the road in full splendor. Grady patiently parks the car while I find treasure troves of rocks--today it was some sparkly white, translucent rocks (probably some kind of marble), and some pinkish quartz and big chunks of unidentifable gems that make me feel richer than any diamond miner. I have rocks now in every room of the house. Last night I appreciated a rest stop that had the booth walls decorated with rocks embedded in concrete. What a great idea! Anyway, here are some of our pictures. One of them was at Vedauwoo Rocks, right outside of Cheyenne and a state park where the girls, Aunt Sara and I had stopped about twelve years ago on an earlier Western roadtrip. Hannah and Becky and Sara and I had climbed on some beautiful rocks for a couple of hours as a break from cross-country driving. I had forgotten the name of the place until we stopped there today. Vadauwoo means "earth born" and was a sacred place for the Arapaho peoples.
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Looks like you had a good time.
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