Rode solo again up through canyons and over the Big Horn National Forrest.
I met these two in the middle of no where and wondered what they were doing. It then became apparent, a cowboy on a horse was about half a mile on the other side of the herd. The sheep are on open range.
It was cold at 9500 foot, colder when I had to go down through the clouds.
The Devil, with a devil's brew at the Devils Tower National Monument! I'm camping here tonight.
Looked like the Indians were blowing a smoke signal.
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