There comes a time when the view of your new front yard is not enough. Time to get out for a stretch of the legs.
When not working on or through necessary tasks, I took the opportunity to explore my immediate area one evening before sunset, and then take a real walk the next afternoon. Medicine Bow National Forest varies from rolling, grassy plain to impenetrable forest on both “normal” mountains and mountains made of massive boulders. I have not tried to make majestic keepsakes here. These are simply snaps that show some of what presents itself before you at every turn, at any time of day.
Stumbling around just before sunset can produce some visual memories that become like icons of a place.
Things like this always hold my attention and interest, as though they are humorous quirks created just for the pleasure of it.
Between the grass in the foreground and the mountains way back there is a lot of terrain that would require an axe, rope, and skill to get through. The very tough vegetation explains why Westerners always wore tall, fully-exposed boots to protect clothing fabric. Chaps were a more complete alternative to do the same job when riding, and were also a little better at decreasing leg injury when an ornery horse decided to scrape you off. The transition of bushy areas into ranches and farms eventually altered Western boot fashion into the relatively low, concealed and citified version it is today. There was no longer much functional need for the extra expense.
I’m just amazed and amused by this stuff.
Another long shot to a mountain of boulders, but this one also reminds me that were I to run and jump off of the abrupt drop-off just ahead, whatever injuries suffered would be fairly unlikely to include any ground contact. It’s that dense! Blazing your own path here would be an ordeal.
Walking in the opposite direction relative to the trailer shows grasslands, though some type of walking boot is also a very good idea here as well, unless you will be picking a careful path rather than looking up at the landscape. The good news is that I saw no burrs here at all, so it’s a pleasant hike.
Now THIS is washboard! With ridges at least an inch high, the spacing self-adjusts to the most common vehicle speed, which here appears to be about 20 MPH. Even belly-crawling 1.5 miles of this in a 3/4-ton truck with E-rated tires at 75 PSI is unpleasant. Passenger cars take it easily, but the wheels busily flopping up and down are kind of a humorous thing to watch, and a steady diet of this will eventually cause financial angst.