We are on the road to Chicago to meet our newest grandchild. We are driving long distances every day but that doesn’t mean we can’t stop to take pictures of trains.
Green River, Wyoming is a little south of I80; you dip down into a lovely valley – I think it is called the Flaming Gorge. Down by the old depot is a pedestrian bridge over the tracks. I climbed up to get a view of an eastbound snaking into town that we had passed a while before on the freeway.
The Rocky Mountains, in this part of Wyoming at least, don’t look like our Oregon mountains. These are bare while ours are covered with trees.
