South East Idaho

I’ve made it to just south east of Firth Idaho. It was a gorgeous drive from Etna Wy. I’ve primitive camped for the last three nights. Here are some pictures of the last three days.

Leaving Etna entering Idaho
Wayan Valley
Still on the Oregon Trail
Renegade and Star-Buck relaxing
Blackfoot River

Moving on

Sometime you get a chance to meet and stay with great people. I’ve been blessed with a lot of great hosts so sometimes it’s with a little regret that I have to move on. Renegades neck is healed up enough so it time. Hopefully I have fixed the problem that caused it. Thank you to my host and many blessings on their house.

Went for a ride

Alantic City and South Pass Wy

I’ve had awe inspiring vista’s to camp and view for the last couple of days. And almost no way to update my blogs. So here is some of the views I’ve seen. I was on the Landers Cutoff for most of these pictures.

Oregon Buttes are the half way point from Kansas City to Oregon
Thank you John Mionczynski for the ride.

Driving over the mountains

When I left Wheatland I knew I was starting on a crazy adventure across terrain that had very few people in it. I wasn’t wrong the terrain was beautiful, I went a couple of days without seeing anyone. I met a couple of ranchers who did host me also. A big thank you to them. The experience is something I’ll always cherish even though it’s not done yet I still have miles of wild country to cross.

The sky was absolutely gorgeous
The terrain looked like a lemon meringue pie only in green
My camp along side a pond
The trail followed a ridge line for miles
A mule deer
The Seminole Dam
A very steep hill
The view was awesome

Climbing the foothills of the Rockies

I’m climbing the foothills through the wilds of Wyoming. The scenery has be absolutely stunning. I would like to thank the ranchers and people who have helped me by hosting me, helping me across cattleguards that aren’t wagon friendly, and hauling my Wagon half way up the first hill so I that my boys could walk up easier. The first set of hills were about 7 miles at a 7 to 10 percent grade. Here are some pictures of my trek since Wheatland.

Leaving Wheatland
Hills in a distance
Riding up the first hill
Becca rode Renegade
My hosts from Wheatland
The couple who hauled my wagon up the hill
A cowgirl who stopped to talk
Puppies sleeping at my hosts

Kindness and Generosity

My hosts in Wheatland Wyoming are what made America great. Very kind generous people they put my boys up in a large pasture, put me up in there guest room for the three days of bad weather. Then on the second day they drove me to scout the roads I’ll be traveling on for the next two weeks and helped me get permission to cross and park on ranches so that I’m not trespassing. That sounds like a simple thing but the dirt roads we drove on were muddy and very slippery because of some type of clay here in Wyoming that turns to slime when wet. It took us 10 hours to drive the route and we had to chain up. A big Thank You to them.