A journey to the Big Horn Mountains

My wife, Celia, during her long exile to Tennessee, longed to see the Big Horn Mountains, and so this last Sunday, we got in our Suburban and went east.

It was warming rapidly in Worland when we left, and I recall that the temperature just outside the city was 88. Soon we arrived at the hill overlooking Ten Sleep, and, as always, the view of the Ten Sleep Valley as we came down into the town was i...