From there we meandered over to Big Horn National Forest and the Prius climbed a lot of feet to summit the mountains somewhere around 9,000 feet. Lots of winding roads. Towards the top, we encountered some serious snow. We're not talking little pockets of snow, we're talking "if you go off the trail you have to be rescued by the forest service" types of snow. We climbed the dirt road to the remote and old (1200 AD) Medicine Wheel, only to discover that while the wheel itself was not covered in snow, the path was, and it wasn't recommended to go because, as the forest ranger put it, "If you slide off the path, our only option is to call search and rescue." Not really how we wanted to spend our vacay.
Coming down out of the Big Horns, we experienced a 10% grade for 15 miles and the Prius breaks decided to YELL at me. Oops.
We landed in Cody (and let me say the landscape on the East side of the Big Horns is much preferred to the landscape on the West side of the Big Horns) and checked into the fabulous and famous Hotel Irma, caught a quick gun fight, and headed to dinner. From there, we went to the Cody Nite Rodeo which happens every night in the summer, and were entertained by a bunch of kids chasing a calf around the arena.
A note from Brea: I found the most fabulous necklace ever. Not only is it turquoise, a mandatory element of any Western outfit, it features a rhinestone Longhorn. God Bless Wyoming (and Texas).
Tomorrow we're going to take an old fashioned photo as saloon girls (with guns) and head to Yellowstone. Should be awesome. Jessica will start her day with a Calf Scrambler...it will be delicious. Oh, and Jessica and Jolea suck at air hockey (Jessica, in fact, almost killed a kind young Cody man, with a flying air hockey puck).
At Devils Tower:
Jolea, knee deep in snow at the medicine wheel.
Brea's amazingly awesome new necklace.
Rocking our Cowboy Boots in Cody
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