Day 4, Devil's Tower.

	Then on the sky line, a monstrous column in silhouette. Our Golden Age Pass gave us free entry. We drove to the visitor center. We could hear the Devil grumbling as a thunder storm rolled near by. The tower, 867ft high, was formed by an upwelling of magma into softer rocks which then eroded away.
Devil’s Tower.

We found a covered picnic bench and were glad because it gently rained. While we ate, a deer walked by no more than 40ft away.

After we left the tower, the road was covered by hailstones. “Looks like Illinois in January,” observes Jan.

We had planned to stay in Sundance, but there was little there. We arrived early, 4:30pm, cancelled our reservation, and continued to drive west towards Cody.

The scenery changed from rugged to desolate. The large hills and bluffs being replaced by undulating scrub land devoid of trees, pierced by little conical hills. Few cattle or farms. Who owns this land? What does it provide?

Jan is not a fast driver, but in this nothingness she races. You can see forever…. There are some scary clouds forming to our left. White and roiling as they face the sun. Dark with verga where the sun can’t reach. “Jan, I don’t want to see a tornado or flying cow.”

We reach Buffalo, Wyoming, and check in to a Comfort Inn.

From the front desk. “Yes, the Winchester is an excellent restaurant.” And as we eat, we agree. What we were not prepared for was the entertainment. We were sitting adjacent to a fireplace built from very rough stone, with all kinds of openings and secret places. Home to a little mouse who ran and climbed to our amusement, and the owners chagrin.