And that seems a fine note to close the Saturday we got to spend at the High Mountain Hay Fever Bluegrass Festival on. Rains washed bits of the prairie on the drive home, but still the sun poked through.
We stopped once or twice to take a picture or two. Hopefully they were worth it.
Views like this always feel a bit achingly bittersweet to me. They make me want to hike off into them, but of course it's their intangible remove that creates the effect. By their very nature they're not a place that can ever be reached. But, you know, at least we got to go to the Bluegrass Festival... Wetmore, Colorado.