My foray into the Big Horns right above Ten Sleep was frustrating as I found every forest clearing packed with huge RV's. I returned to my BLM spot on the high plains south of town, with its wide open spaces and few people. Its simple lines and open space calm my soul. So today, then, is for R&R -- rest and research -- to figure out why, as I drove up the mountain, the signs began with more recent rock formations and got older as I climbed, the upper layer being half a billion years old. That's topsy-turvy and I feel happily compelled to figure out why.
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