Wyoming landscapes are mostly scattered outcroppings of this tan rock. We both wished Kathleen, our resident geologist, was onboard to identify these "growths" jutting up from the acres upon acres of prairie. Hillary and I still admired them in ignorance, however. Behind her is one of the many wind farms we encountered. (More on them later...) Seems Hill still has her radiant smile after over 1000 miles. Way to go with the good attitude, Hillary!
Just to add some variety to the rather monotonous flat lands, creative ranchers positioned larger-than-life silhouettes to these...what do you you call them? hills? mesas? domes? Below are a few examples. When first spotting them we were sure they were the real deal.
Far away you can sortof see a cowboy on his horse. (Look very close...)
I must say that we were a little loopy from all the miles rolling under our tires, because when we saw this one we actually considered whether it was "real" or not--!? What do you think?