After our afternoon and night in Rock Springs, Utah, we drove on up to Jackson and then east to Yellowstone. B was no longer nauseous. He was drinking water and holding it in, and eating some jello at my insistence. He still didn’t feel all that great, but that was understandable after the day before. He got to lie on the couch while we drove, strapped in, of course.
Not long after leaving Rock Springs, we drove by this reservoir, and I just had to take a few pictures. The reservoirs in the middle of desert landscapes are fascinating. I just can’t get over the contradiction.
Wondering why I’m suddenly putting out several blog posts about each day? It’s a great way to make the vacation seem longer when it’s drawing to a close.