Day Eleven

Ft. Morgan, CO to Thermopolis, WY
415 Miles

Ft. Morgan is a nice little town. Lots of nice houses and a thriving old downtown area. It's one of the towns both Mum and I said we could live in. It's the first time I've seen Spanish-style stucco homes since I left California. No, the atrocities attempted in British Columbia don't count.

We had an odd start when leaving Ft. Morgan. For a month or so the gas stations in town have had no gas. I don't know why, but that's what the attendant said at the station we filled up at just outside of town. Then I missed the signs to the highway we wanted to take. GRAR! With a bit of backtracking we got that sorted out. If we had continued on, it would have added many miles to our day.

We saw lots more deer and antelope playing. I'd guess at least 100 Pronghorn in various groups.

We also saw lots of beautiful wild flowers. It's hard to tell what much of it is traveling at 65-85 mph. We did note beautiful, bright blue lupin in several areas. Texas Bluebonnets have nothing on the lupin in Wyoming.

We entered Thermopolis through the Wind River Canyon. It has some of the most stunning landscape we've seen yet. I didn't get any photographs as the road is very winding and narrow.

I almost forgot to mention that Thermopolis is the home of the world's largest mineral hot springs.