We drove though Greybull, Wyoming. On the outskirts was this field with huge airplanes next to bales of hay. It was a museum with the firefighting planes. We didn't stop. Next was beautiful downtown Greybull. Then Shell population 83. Including the Fossil Rock Tavern where the beer is cold.
First we drove though scenic Shell Creek Canyon, very deep. The visitors center by the falls was closed. We scored a site at the second campground we came to, Prune Creek Campground. As I was walking around looking at the two sites available I saw two moose in the campground.
Our campsite. John gave me this wonderful screen house for my birthday. I gave him the rainfly for his birthday. Our view from camp. It was in the 70's and felt wonderful
We walked up a dirt road from camp and this is a view of the campground. We drove on the Bighorn Scenic byway to camp. We saw Granny's memorial on the trail, daisies and yarrow were blooming.
King's crown, paintbrush and asters. I am still working on the masterpiece. It has turquoise with copper in the center, tiger eye, goldstone and magnetite bears and chucks on blue magnetite so far.
Some of the aspens at the visitors center have started turning. Still a few things blooming. Yellow and white buckwheat, a growth on a wild rose and blue penstemon.
Hare bells, more pentstemon, blanket flower, rain drops on a pine. We left the visitors center because a huge thunderstorm was coming.
The storm was huge, lots of rain, lightening, thunder and even a bunch of hail, some marble sized. I was nice and dry in my screen house and John sat under the rainfly awning and was dry. The hail ran off the fly into a big pile. It was still there the next day. We walked along the South Fork of the Tongue river that runs through camp after the storm.
The left over rain clouds made for a lovely sunset.
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