Sunday the rain moved in…
We were up on our mountain pasture spreading salt…
<<details on that tomorrow>>
The wind whipped up…
The plink plink of drops was met equally with the whish whish of the wiper blades…
The sky was gun metal blue…
The hills layered in shades of greygreen…
We drove up the last hill and saw these lost sheep.
Really…
We don’t know who they belong to…
This photo is as close as Wyoming can envision the hills of Scotland…
Probably not that close…
But it made me want to speak with a Scottish accent!
We managed to drive down the mountain before we were mudded in somewhere near Inverness…
The rain continued off and on…
Casper was hit by a major storm including heavy hail…
The temperature dropped…
So, why this morning, when I went to help out a friend…
Did I not notice the mountains?
Sure, the clouds were perched on top…
but I took this photo first thing…
wearing multiple layers of clothing due to the chill wind…
Why did I not notice until much later…
this…
Under the clouds lay a white present…
And as I helped my friend shuttle pickups and horsetrailers up the mountain…
It became quite apparent…
Winter’s first flirtation with the Big Horns was last night.
Two nights before the official first day of autumn…
Winter teases and smiles and will soon give a quick look over her shoulder and disappear…
but probably not for long…
Find me here!
