As we’ve mentioned, we are not prone to wandering very from our camped area. But the weather was due to be extra hot (at least 85 which equals well above 100 inside a metal box with loads of windows) and the only way we would have air conditioning is to drive the van. The paved road ran only another 12 miles from where we were and also promised some neat stuff so off we went.
When you look right it is a whole other world. Again, it is impossible to truly capture the feeling of overlooking the third largest canyon in the country. So, we’ve melded a few shots to create the one above.
The vastness, the textures and the colors just were not coming out the way that we saw them. So, instead of spending a lot of time on photography, we simply stood there quietly and took it all in.
Then we moved on down the road... literally... you start to descend to the level of the bottom of the canyon. As we came around a corner a truck was pulled off and two folks were standing beside it staring at something. We scanned the terrain thinking it was perhaps some of the Pryor Mountain Wild Mustangs. It wasn’t.
We had expected to reach the end of the road (which has both a campground and a boat ramp / parking area) and then turn back and stay the same place we had stayed the previous night.
Of course there were photos of tiny flowers taken.
Describing the size of these flowers is difficult. We could compare them to a gnat and say the gnat was bigger (or so it seemed)! Perhaps if you take a grain of cooked rice and then cut it in half. That might be a good equivalent.
Well, our cell phone is one of those add money every month sort of deals and after we got out to the Bighorn Canyon NRA we realized that we had only two days before we had to put some money on it. With no reception out at the canyon we had to head back to town.
We left early in the a.m. so that we could enjoy the morning light on the drive. We were tooling down the road when Darlene suddenly blurts out, “Wild Horses!” Since she’s not prone to random singing, Nicole knew she meant the Pryor Mountain Mustangs.
According to the Pryor Mountain Wild Mustang Center, “This herd of horses is very special because of its Colonial Spanish American heritage. This tough little horse, derived from the horses of Portugal and Spain, has been present in this rugged mountain area for nearly 200 years.”
After watching them for a few minutes we continued on down the road only to be encountered by a group grazing right next to the road.
Instead of returning to the Bighorn Recreation Area we decided to continue on down the road and see what it had to offer us. Soon, you shall see too.