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Virgin River Gorge

27
July

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See that white speck at the bottom? That’s the car ahead of us on US15. Amazing what the power of water with centuries to spare can do.

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Homeward bound

26
July

Wyoming. Or maybe Idaho. Somewhere between Jackson and Utah.

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Leaving

25
July

Grand Tetons

Jackson Lake backed by the Grand Tetons.

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Yellowstone

24
July

Yellowstone

Old Faithful. A small fire in the park that day created the haze, and we drove into the parking lot to a spout of water, so had to stay for the later show.

It’s not the biggest geyser–there was one that went off a good distance away and behind some trees that went much higher and for much longer. The interesting thing was that when it did go off, most of the water where Old Faithful was receded.

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Yellowstone

24
July

Yellowstone

Had to move downwind of this one in order to get a shot. Geysers don’t make it easy.

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Yellowstone

24
July

Yellowstone

And when the wind shifts, you get geyser in your face. (For the record, they’re cool and moist, with the added bonus of an occasional whiff of sulfur.)

That’s Lake Yellowstone in the background, the very lake that tried to swallow us by sneaking a wave across the road as we drove by the night before. It looks so calm, doesn’t it? Do. Not. Trust. It.

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Yellowstone

23
July

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Fountain Paint Pots–one of the mud pots burbling there.

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Yellowstone

23
July

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Fountain Paint Pots.

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Yellowstone

23
July

Yellowstone

Fountain Paint Pots.

Things change in Yellowstone. A geyser or hot spring will flow for years, then an earthquake rattles the place and everything shifts. Trees and plants are trapped in the cycle.

I think the thing that intrigued me the most was the life that insisted upon growing in or beside the most inhospitable sites.

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South Dakota

21
July

Badlands

The Badlands. Sticking the Slug and one of her best friends/roommate in the photo made it a bit less surreal.

Or maybe more surreal. The Badlands are the weirdest landscape feature I’ve come across.

Plus they tortured me by standing on the edge.

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