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Chevron fold west flank of Bighorn Mountains |
Somewhere below we left the basin heat and dust, the engines downshifted as the highway grade steeped and our memories of Shell began to fade all too quickly. Gradually the terrain gave way to limestone cliffs as we travelled upwards, closer to the mountain's core. Cool air, smelling of mountain flowers, and green meadows surrounded by stands of pine rewarded our senses. |
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At a dirt road turning off to Tie Flume campground we stopped the vehicles. We scrambled over to a small patch of snow where an impromptu snowball battle broke out. This lasted until our hands were red and stinging with a half-melted coating of pelletized snow crystals. It was time to say goodby. Bill, Dave, and Muleskinner got in the Blazer and headed to Sheridan. The rest of us headed up the dirt road to Tie Flume Campground to set up tents and figure out what was for dinner. |
Adios Amigos |
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