I say again, “Who knew this wide-open state of Wyoming could be so mountainous and interesting?”

We took a run into the next valley to the east.

Can’t do that in a straight line…mountains in the way. Took 104 miles to get over to Pinedale and the ridges above it, in order to gaze in wide wonder at the views it wrought.

I’ve always thought of Wyoming as flat grassland.

Right.

That was on the way to this view:

Loooong way down to that lake…see the boat and its white wake? Those mountains in the distance? They’re farther to the east from this spot, which would make them the fourth range of mountains we’ve encountered here….I think….kind of lost count.

On the other side of the ridge where I was standing was this view:

Wyoming’s got plenty of water….

Back closer to home, we made a short run into the mountains to the west of our valley. Much of that range is actually in Idaho. Took away this impression of it:

It’s almost hard to find a level spot to plant your feet and plant some crops!

Just south of our park is the town of Afton with the elk antler arch over the main street that it says is the world’s largest. I’m not into such pictures…afraid you’ll have to imagine it.

But we made a short run up into a nearby canyon that runs beside Swift Creek. Think I know where it gets its name.

Feeding into its waters was this sweet little waterfall!

As the darkness gathered on our way home to the coach, we had this reminder that God delights in giving us glorious scenery everywhere we turn: