After yesterday’s high of hanging out with wild horses, I was very excited to get back out on the road and see what type of wonders would open up to me.
Taking I-80 to Laramie and heading down into Colorado is the quicker path, but I’m not about quicker unless I absolutely have to be. On my way to the City of Rocks, I drove through the BLM land near Dutch John and knew there were some really cool things to explore. Plus, I knew I wanted to try to find a remote place in the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area.
I dropped off of I-80 and headed down the Flaming Gorge Scenic Byway (US Highway 191)
As you drop down into the canyon, there are several places you can pull over and soak in the vast open space. The scale of this area is almost overwhelming. You can see for miles and miles into the wild beauty of the Flaming Gorge.
When I reached the water, I walked out onto the boat ramp to the boat ramp and snapped a couple of pictures. As it was early season and the water was so low, there was very little activity.
I then headed further south on the Green River. The wind died, and the water became perfectly still. It was as if Mother Nature had paused time and invited me to capture the moment.
I walked around for a couple of hours, mesmerized by the beauty of this canyon. While I saw a few people in the campsite when I drove by it out here, I saw no one. My poor Jeep looked almost abandoned each time I caught a glimpse of it in the distance.
As a slight breeze picked back up, I took it as a cue to head off and do a little more exploring before finding my way back up to the highway and continuing to Colorado.
Mother Nature rewarded me once again with a pronghorn companion for a few moments when I stopped to admire this wilderness.
There’s a sense of timeless peacefulness that overcomes me each time I wander into isolated places like this one. I must consciously pull myself back and occasionally check the clock, or I’ll find the sun setting and a frustration descending upon me over my lack of awareness for the man-made concept of time.
I wanted to make at least a few more stops and explore the area around Browns Park before finding a place for the night as I headed toward my Mom’s house for some family time. So, I reluctantly returned to my Jeep and began the trek back to the highway.
Here are a few more photos from this spectacular National Treasure.