Yesterday took us from the Wyoming train yards of Cheyenne to the
Tetons of Jackson Hole. Passing beautiful scenery along the way, hills
dotted with blue tinged sage bushes changed to mountains trimmed in pristine
white. Cattle poked along through the sage, munching as they walked. Well, all
except one white faced bull, who after finding a good spot on the fence for a chin
rub, looked very content. Slowly, the trees became more populous and the pines
stood higher, flecked with tiny cones.
Among all of the sights, smells and views in the middle of the
day, a couch sat out in one of the fields. No building were around, just the
cows and a couch in the middle of the ranch. Oher than thinking that it was a
rather odd spot to put a couch, I didn’t give it much thought.
When I was last in the Teton area, we were camping. I walked out
of the laundry house and looked up at the night sky to see a sky I had never
seen before – the Milky Way was spilled across the sky in brilliant color. I
couldn’t keep from staring, mouth agape, doing some sort of a happy dance there
in the dusty drive.
My expectations were high coming back to this area; I have been
dreaming of that sky. Last night, Dad and I headed out to the National Elk
Refuge. Driving past the limits of town and keeping an eye out for elk, we kept
looking to the sky. Sitting there with the heater running, we waited as the sun
slowly went down. A moth fluttered against my window, and caused me to jump at
the unexpected movement. Eventually, the sky darkened, the stars came out.
Hello to the starry sky I had missed seeing. It was then I remembered the couch
in the field. I have to give credit to whomever put it there. What a perfect
spot to star gaze! Free of the glare of city lights, surrounded by curious
cows, the view must be spectacular.
