In 2008 I received a christmas card from Dick Cheney. Although I despise him and was angry that he had somehow got my address, the card included a beautiful photograph of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and I was motivated to see it for myself. So today I embarked on a mountainous journey to Jackson Hole from Rapid City. I wasn't sure my car would be able to climb the steep mountain passages. It never has been very strong on hills. This is common for diesel engines in my experience. While I did see at least one car overheating and/or on fire along the way, my car survived! This served as a good trial for the Alcan highway that I will be following to Alaska soon.
My first stop along the way was Thermopolis, WY, where I visited the state bath house there.
That photo probably caused my mother, who is snooping on this blog, to be very concerned. No I don't make a habit of visiting bath houses. This one is located on the site of a large natural hot spring. Having not showered in quite a while, this was a great opportunity to absorb some minerals, swim around and freshen up. The odor of the spring is pungent, a mixture of hydrogen sulfide and other semi-noxious gases, but I was assured it's good for me. I do believe this is true for at least I know now that no parasites will be attracted to my skin for the next few days. I have already been in the vicinity of a swarm of mosquitos and none dared bite me.
From there I progressed toward Jackson Hole through a series of mountains and a large valley which seemed to be flooding due to snow melting above. I took several nice photos along the way.
The valley was flooding. The roads looked in danger of being flooded in some places. Also some homes had sandbags ready to hold back the water.
Here my hair is in the same shape as the mountain peak. Synchronicity?
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