Wind River storms

The last time I was in the Theodore Roosevelt National Park, I watched (and felt) a storm roll in while standing atop the Wind River Overlook.  I had trekked into the park before sunrise, getting one of my favorite sunrise photos EVER after slogging up the Little Missouri on foot for a ways, and was using my early-bird status to mosey around the park before the tourists arrived.


This area, while far different from the Rocky Mountains I enjoyed as a kid, makes me homesick for them nonetheless.  It seems that even in North Dakota the skies get bigger the further west you go.  I’d love to take a week or two and simply work the park, going back to Medora only for some shut-eye at night and fresh bacon in the morning!  Let’s put that on the bucket list.

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