Vedauwoo

Now, how could you ignore a post with a title like that, huh?

On the last day of Kali's and my July sojourn in the interior West (versus San Diego on the West Coast, which is where we flew the next day), we completed a 3-mile circuit hike on the Turtle Rock Trail at Vedauwoo (pronounced VEE-da-voo), 20 miles east of Laramie, Wyoming.

This 10 square mile area of imposing rock formation is an eastern outlier of the Wind River-Proutt National Forest surrounding Pole Mountain on the Wyoming plains.  Vedauwoo is an Arapaho word meaning "earth born;" ancient Indians believed that these magnificent rock formations were created by playful spirits.   The area was considered a sacred place where young Native American men went on vision quests - perfect for such purposes (especially if hallucinogenic concoctions were involved) because the oddly jumbled rocks resemble myriad shapes.

Vedauwoo is well-known as one of the premier rock climbing and bouldering sites in the West.  As I waited while Kali used the restroom, I spoke with a climber from Moab, Utah who said she comes to Vedauwoo (a long day's drive) because "it's not crowded, it's cool, and it's beautiful."  But there are also camping sites, picnic areas, and trails through and around the rocks, which is why we visited.

Most of the Turtle Rock Trail is out in full sun, but portions are in shady aspen groves.

Turtle Rock Trail

A composite with a moth (I don't know my western wildflowers -yet)

Kali, who rarely uses the camera, snatched it out of my hand to make this image

The rocks at Vedauwoo are approximately 1.4 billion years old.  Magma welled up in a dome from the earth's mantle but never broke through to the surface to create a volcano.  Erosion eventually removed the overlying rock and exposed the cooled, solidified Sherman granite.  Endlessly repeated freezing-thawing cycles and the wind carved the stone mass into fanciful boulders and spires.

Between a rock and a hard place

I'm glad there was no earthquake while I was standing here!

A view eastward

A wooden bison skull

Even though the trail is mostly exposed to the sun, the rocks are at an elevation of 8,200 feet, which moderated the temperature quite a bit and allowed us to complete the hike in mid-afternoon in mid-summer.

Kali on the sunny trail

More rocks, viewed across a beaver meadow

A study in orange

Mayan sphinx

Nearing the end of the trail circuit

My followers may remember that four days earlier, Kali had badly sprained her left ankle and wrenched her right knee when she stepped off a high curb in Fort Collins; in a way, it's remarkable that we could complete this hike at all.  But, wouldn't you know it, along the final portion of the trail, Kali caught her toe on a rock embedded and went down again!  This time, she skidded on her right hand and scraped open the heel of her palm.  Gentle cleaning, sympathy, and an adhesive bandage were in order back at the restroom.

Some of the most imposing pylons, near trail's end

Hiking the Turtle Rock Trail was the highlight of our 10 days in the west this summer.

Bidding us adieu just short of the parking lot

The Great Sky Road

Columbines, Medicine Bow Mountain

Thirty miles west of Laramie, Wyoming (in the southeast corner of the state), the Rocky Mountain front rises abruptly from the plains as the Medicine Bow Mountains.  (Don't you love that name?)  These mountains are actually a northward continuation of the Snowy Range that includes the mountains in Rocky Mountain National Park.

While we were in northern Colorado two weeks ago, Kali and I crossed the state line into Wyoming for a two-day visit to southeast Wyoming, and driving to Snowy Pass in the Medicine Bow Mountains was one of our goals.  The Medicine Bow-Routt National Forest has developed the Snowy Range Scenic Byway - the second designated scenic byway in the national forest system - to acquaint drivers with the splendors of the Medicine Bow Mountains.

Medicine Bow Peak above Bellamy Lake

We set off from Laramie about 1 p.m. to explore the sub-alpine area at the top of the pass, and arrived at the summit (10,660 feet) about an hour later.  Because Kali had hurt her ankle a few days earlier, she elected to stay at the car to enjoy the scenery while I set off to walk a portion of the Lake Trail in the shadow of Medicine Bow Peak (12,013 feet).

Lake Trail heading northward above Mirror Lake; flank of Medicine Bow Peak left rear

The trail led along a bench on the east side of the mountain and followed the shoreline of Mirror Lake.  Alpine wildflowers were abundant everywhere, but as I rounded a bend in the trail I came across a rock outcrop that sported a particularly spectacular display of wildflowers, especially columbines.

Natural rock garden

A profusion of columbines

After photographing the natural rock garden, I ventured a bit further north along the trail.  After a half-mile or so, I decided to turn around because (1) thunder foreshadowed the imminent onset of summer mountain thunderstorms and (2) the trail began ascending rapidly and I was out of breath at 11,000 feet.  When I turned around and looked back along the way I had just hiked, I was struck by how clearly the topography had been influenced by glaciers.  Medicine Bow Peak and its neighbors formed the western wall of a cordilleran glacier during the last Ice Age.  The glacier flowed southward, grinding and polishing the mountain slopes and gouging out basins now filled by lakes.  With no matching set of peaks to the east to confine the glacier, the ice sprawled across the landscape, scraping a relatively level area today known as Libby Flats.

The glacial-carved eastern flank of the Medicine Bows in a view southward - the direction of glacial flow

Nearing the parking lot, I noticed low-growing wildflowers carpeting rocks alongside the trail.

Lichens and a cushion of wildflowers

A study in pink

I got back to the parking lot just as rain began to fall.  By the time we had turned the car eastward toward Laramie, the wipers could barely keep the windshield clear enough to drive.  What timing!  As we came out of the mountains and were cruising across the plains (where we saw a pronghorn on a ranch), the rain stopped.  Looking back toward Medicine Bow, though, we saw that the mountains remained shrouded in low, dark clouds and impenetrable curtains of rain.