I tweeted many of these photos, but here they are in my blog. Thanks for visiting and enjoy.
Leaving Colorado was a breeze, but then it turned into a blizzard.
As my girlfriend Heidi and I traveled along Interstate 80 westbound in southern Wyoming, the breeze that gently ruffled the leaves on the trees in Colorado became a blizzard blinding us with snow.
More accurately, a ground blizzard as the snow that was blowing across the interstate was just drifting across.
With such wonderful road conditions, I drove slow so I could enjoy the blinding snow, bitter wind, and buffeting gusts.
As if to crown the end of the first day of our great journey, the sunset exploded before us in a display of beauty shaded in glorious red. See the first photo.
At first to take advantage of the light, we quickly stopped on the side to capture a few frames before the sun faded to black.
As we rounded a curve, there before us was a straight shot that headed due west. A better composition to make a better shot.
Traveling along as night progressed in Utah, we approached these strange red lights in perfect synch. They flashed on an off at the same exact time. It wasn’t until we we’re directly below them we realized they were power windmills. Several dozen lined up along the interstate.
When the dawn broke the next day, we were in western Idaho. Stopping in Boise for cup of coffee and full tank of gas. We then made our way into eastern Oregon. Not much to report here but rolling hills. Pretty boring. Had we more time, I’m sure there could’ve been more photo ops.
However, we did stop in Baker City, Ore., for breakfast at Sumpter Junction Restaurant and see a cool model train set at the eatery. And the town had a nice Dutch windmill.
I slowed down a couple of times so Heidi could stop and photograph some old building, mines, and abandoned factories. Cool stuff. But as time was getting short, we had to move along.
One odd thing I’ve noticed in this region is the abundance of tree farms. They’ve always looked
The last photos we took were Biggs Junction, Ore. There were dozens of windmills along the ridges overlooking the Columbia River. We stopped to spend some time photographing them.
Now only to wait until Heidi moves here to Washington permanently.