|All those little black dots--they're bison!|
Our Little House and its steady driver did great. The only protest our Little House put up was the climb up and through Granite Pass, when it began to lurch slightly. We did not like that at all, especially when we saw another motor home stopped in the middle of the road. At least that one was really old, helping us to have more faith in our Little House! And let's face it--we have the Ultimate Pilot. This particular climb had long stretches going upward, rather than so many switchbacks as our other climbs had. The high elevation and strenuous climb was a little tough for the air-fuel ratio to adapt. Nothing serious, and we made it ok. I have no pictures of that crazy climb. The few pictures I took on this day were mostly on-the-fly. We didn't do a lot of stopping this day, as we had a lot of ground to cover. Lots of red rock formations; it reminded me of Arizona. I found it funny that after a strenuous climb through wilderness, we were greeted with utility poles and fences and camps and even a restaurant lodge at the top and through the pass. What seemed like "no man's land" was actually inhabited after all. The wildflowers were spectacular--purple, blue, yellow, pink, and white were exploding along the rolling, grassy hills. Beautiful.