Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Ye Olde High School Re-Union and the trip to get there

I see by my last entry that I have been very bad about updates here. I'm thinking that my picture overload this time might in some small way make up for some lost time...I hope.
I have just returned home from a little excursion into the wilds of Wyoming where I decided to go to attend my High School re-union. I've found that it's certainly true, you can't go back home.
So much has changed yet nothing has changed.
I didn't take nearly as many pictures as I had planned to or even wanted to. It's funny how you get so caught up in things that after you leave an area that's when you remember your camera!
A really quick stop in Cedar City (sorry Kelly) and I thought these hanging flower baskets were so beautiful I had to snap a quick picture. Mind you, I'm in my car hanging out the window. The locals must have thought I was crazy. No, the car wasn't in motion at the time.

I stopped for some food somewhere along the road after traveling for miles in what I assumed was a wind driven dust cloud, which was certainly true in some areas, but this was for hours. It almost looked like fog or maybe like it was going to snow.
Found out later that there were some pretty serious fires around the Salt Lake City airport and the rough winds were certainly not helping matters.
I don't think it took them long to get them under control though I never heard more about them.
This shot was taken at 6 in the evening and yes, that is the sun.

This shot of some unknown, to me, lake on the way from Salt Lake City to Evanston Wyoming. I've driven this route a number of times while living in Wyoming and I don't remember this lake being there. Funny how memory works.

Beautiful but nasty looking thorns. I found these growing along the banks of the lake. I love the purple color.

Beautiful mountain just along the side of I-80. Had to stop and take this shot.

You know you're in Wyoming when you see signs like this. Friday night excitement!

For the life of me I can't remember the name of this place but I worked here for a couple of months in the summer between my Junior and Senior years when my parents moved from Mountain View to Evanston.
They had a piano bar and everything.
I saw a semi truck hauling just one of the blades for these things. I was as long as the trailer hauling it. Just huge! I love these things but on some level I just can't explain they completely freaked me out. There were so many of them and my years of reading Stephen King made me aware that sooner or later they were going to come to life and start walking around the valley wreaking all kinds of havoc...*shudder*
These were located on all the bluffs just outside Fort Bridger. Can't imagine what this cost them to do but I applaud them for all the effort!
It's like they are just patiently awaiting orders.

Finally got to see the inside of our old High School. Was it always this small?
We were the Mountain View Buffaloes. Who seriously thought that the color combination purple and white was anything but royal? Looked really weird on my Letterman's jacket though.

Our mascot. An actual stuffed buffalo head. Poor guy didn't run across the plains fast enough...apparently.
My locker is in this bunch but I couldn't remember the exact locker to save myself. I definitely don't remember being this short.

This was the day we decided to have an outdoor, in the park, dyed in the wool picnic. I think the high temperature this day was about 65. When I left home the low temperature was about 92.
Yes, I was very cold this day.
These are the wonderful little cabins I stayed in while I was there. They were so awesome.

In leaving town after all the festivities were over I managed to catch this little bit of graffiti. So unlike anything Wyoming normally has to offer. Makes me wonder if they know something we don't...hmmm.

Gratuitous cow shot.
Actually there was a story behind me taking their picture. It was out in the middle of nowhere just down from some railroad tracks tucked in a place no on goes to. I spotted a bunch of old cars on the hill below the train tracks. A lot of them were rusted out, missing doors, engines and in general disarray. There were a couple of really old buildings and tons of rusty "things". Oh how I wanted to stop and poke around said rusty cast away things.
There was a dirt road that led from the highway under an old concrete bridge hidden away from the highway and past these two cows. Once I got to that spot where no one could see me or my truck I started to have a feeling like I had seen this part in a horror movie somewhere. You know the one where you talk to the person on the screen, asking them could they be so stupid as to wander into a place like that just knowing something bad was going to happen.
You could see it, why couldn't they.
My arms broke out in goose flesh and I put my car into reverse and got out of there, leaving all manner of fabulously cool rusty things behind me.

As if to confirm my fears here's a great shot of the Devil's Slide.

Not too far from those pesky cows.

2 comments:

elsiee said...

My 30th high school reunion is next summer - I'm so excited for it!! Love your pics of Wyoming!

Colorfuldayz said...

Cedar does have some pretty hanging plants on Main, doesn't it? Don't worry about letting me know you were coming through ... I totally understand. The trip to Wyoming looked lovely!