On Day 7-9 of our Road Trip we met up with my cousin's husband Mike in Sheridan, Wyoming. Mike drove up from Denver, Colorado with his dog Buddy. We had a really good dinner together (Salmon grilled on a wooden plank); and joined a Calvary Marching Band after dinner!
We said goodbye to the Grand Tetons (which was not easy to do) and headed out the next morning to Fetterman Fort and Battlefield. Mike came here because he wanted to experience the battlefields in this area with my dear husband...because my DH is an historian and knows just about everything there is to know about such things! So the guys...
and the dog, walked around the monuments...
...and studied the maps of the battles of times past
and talked and talked about who got killed where, how many soldiers and how many Indians died here or there...
You can't see me but I am hiding inside the compound of the fort watching the guys and aiming my arrows at them!
Buddy made a friend along the trail too...
I was more interested in the beautiful skies and clouds...
and the wild animals in the area...
I captured some of it in my art journal too. You can click on the picture to make it bigger and see the details...
and I rested in front of important historical sites...
While the guys argued some more about who fell where and why...
and we walked on and on over these sad lands where too many lives were lost
So I kept looking for the beauty around me
and the dog, walked around the monuments...
...and studied the maps of the battles of times past
and talked and talked about who got killed where, how many soldiers and how many Indians died here or there...
You can't see me but I am hiding inside the compound of the fort watching the guys and aiming my arrows at them!
Buddy made a friend along the trail too...
I was more interested in the beautiful skies and clouds...
and the wild animals in the area...
I captured some of it in my art journal too. You can click on the picture to make it bigger and see the details...
and I rested in front of important historical sites...
While the guys argued some more about who fell where and why...
and we walked on and on over these sad lands where too many lives were lostover land that everyone knows belonged to the Native Americans
as they WERE HERE FIRST
and we treated them so poorly,
I always feel so ashamed when we visit these parts
So I kept looking for the beauty around mebecause thinking of people being massacred was not so much fun
in between the different disputes and stories of wars
fortunately there were plenty of wild flowers growing in abundance to see, smell, photograph and enjoy!
and more wild horses...
lupine and arrow roots
enjoyed
while the guys fought their wars
and we walked and walked
in between the different disputes and stories of wars
fortunately there were plenty of wild flowers growing in abundance to see, smell, photograph and enjoy!
and more wild horses...
lupine and arrow roots
enjoyed
while the guys fought their wars
and we walked and walked where the dead were slain
and I stopped to smell more flowers
and they argued over more possible scenerios
and we visited the dead and paid our respects
and saw where Custer fell
and I drew about it and wrote about our day
and at the Rosebud Indian Reservation
and finally parted ways.
and I stopped to smell more flowers
and they argued over more possible scenerios
and we visited the dead and paid our respects
and saw where Custer fell
and I drew about it and wrote about our day
and at the Rosebud Indian Reservationwe learned of more sadness
and finally parted ways.Mike went back home; and we traveled on to
Montana!
Stay tuned.
I have photos and stories to tell yet.
