Back In Time

Today we took a little ride off the beaten track to the lovely Cottonwood Lake. Why the lake is called Cottonwood is a puzzlement as the lake is circled with pine trees.

For every mile that we drove on the gravel road we glimpsed a Wyoming that was more pristine and less touched by the hand of man. We got a feeling of what it might have looked like when the pioneers rolled into the valley in their covered wagons. The animal trails as well as the mountain passes were cut with a plow. Each rut in the road pealed away a few years of human history in this neck of woods.