|Expedition Island. Tarmac car park probably not there in John Wesley Powell's era.|
|Trona Bridge, connecting Expedition Island and the south side of the Green River|
Much of southern Wyoming looks like this:
Ironically it was after this that the trouble started, in the form of further low cloud. As the road drops from more than 2,600 metres at the top to about 330 here in Lincoln, clearly we weren't going to be in the clouds very long. Resentfully, they repaid the weary traveller with rain of a Several of different intensities. Temperatures ranged from 7 degrees while climbing through the Exhalations of the Earth early in the day to a massive 17 degrees on arriving in Lincoln. In the rain. Top-down motoring was not even contemplated chiz.
Tomorrow will see the first Unknown Territories of the return leg of the trip, as from here I'll soon be vectored south down I-29, parallel to the Fairly Mighty Missouri and into Parts Beyond. Looks like the route passes around Kansas City but given the trouble I had finding the place last year, another visit to Stull isn't on the cards.
Additional: I thought my lapdancer's keyboard had gone as wobbly as Primal 2 on a windy day so rebooted it while I went for a smoke. It was in a state of unbootedness when I returned so I tried again. It got about halfway through and then died. I finally found that it wasn't getting any mains power. Given the run-time with the current state of the flattery (crap), it was hardly surprising. Plug into a different wall socket; appropriate blinkenlights blink, in a lighted manner. The Automatic Diary lives on! Also thanks to Bram and Annette for the e-mail. It's always nice to discover that there's more than just the handful of followers who read this Bobbins.