Piddling In Place

This IS a color photo

Having had our way with Laramie, we went north to Arlington where a wet, gouged out, two-track led steeply up. Even in 4 whl we were at risk for slipping into the trough between the tracks...a situation that would likely disable her refrigerator. (Oh, the travails of accoutre-ized rigs!). That plus the fact we didn't want to damage the road by driving on it when wet prompted us to take the first spot available. We stepped out to a magnificent view that included a flat-topped hill be-furred with the oscillating fans of a windfarm.



Only about a mile above the freeway and its endless stream of trucks, we were fortunate that the wind was in the right direction and it was quiet. And the hills are (well, they were yesterday afternoon) ALIVE with color from myriad wildflowers.

The Beaufort Scale lists 37 knots (42.5788 mph) as the low end of Gale. I think it qualified. And somehow the exhaust fan cover developed a crack. Not a major issue with snow, but likely to cause annoyance with rain. But she had an idea. I'm too fat to go aclambering. But SHE is an animal! (It was June 23rd, not 24.)

Spring thaw courtesy of her iPhone 8....

The next morning....