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Vedawoo - part 4

Photo by: Tim Bindner

We continued our trip with multiple trip to Laramie, Wyoming, visiting an old prison and various restaurants. One trip took to a wonderful spot called Vedawoo.

Vedawoo is hard to describe. It sounds simple when I describe it as large and sometimes massive rocks stacked up all over an area, but honestly, that is what it is. Some rocks are the size of basketballs, while others are the size of buildings stretching hundreds of feet in the air.

Mark picked us up in the truck and we took the short drive to Larame, then past the town another 20 minutes, where we left the pavement and down a dusty road, the rock formations appeared all around us.

The Native Americans named this place Vedawoo which translates to ‘Land of the Earthborn Spirits’. Pulling into one of the parking lots, I was in ah of the pink feldspar, white quartz, black specs and horneblende rocks towering into the sky. This place had a magic about it. We walked, explored, climbed a little and, of course, took pictures.

At 8,200 feet above sea level, my lungs struggled to get oxygen, and that nagging headache was still present, but the beauty all around me made it worth it. The park in Buford, Wyoming is worth a visit if you are anywhere close to this area.

During our exploration we saw rock climbers a hundred feet above us we squeezed between boulders to examine hidden sights and of course all marveled how most times there were small rocks placed way up high on a ridge. There were many trees there, and we all commented on how trees were growing out of rocks. It seems impossible, but nature finds a way.

The trip was fun, and I was glad Mark showed us around as well as drove so I could take in the sights and not have to concentrate on the road. This place touched my spirit. The Native Americans were right. This place is special.

Until next time,

Tim (Kilmer)

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