Wyoming '99: Monday
As we headed down the road, deeper into the valley and closer to the old shacks, we started passing old farm machinery rusting in the grass.
We could figure out what some of it had been used for. Other hulks remained anonymous.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the full moon started rising over the far hills. Click on the picture to see a bigger version. (The white spot up there really is the moon.)