Ghost Hunting: The Desert North of New Bridge

We continued westward on the Sparta road, passing through some pretty spectacular desert. Desert's amazing to me. Every place I've ever lived, from Pass Lake to Portland, has been lush and green. The desert doesn't even feel like Earth to me.

One vista in particular caught my eye--a lush green canyon and valley, surrounded by brown scrubby land-butts, so we found a non-fenced viewpoint and pulled over to have a look.

Big empty.	A strip of green demarking the Powder River.	The little white buildings in the valley compose the town of New Bridge.
Then we found a cow skeleton, which was a source of endless fun:
Thus...	Spake...	Zarathustra!
Victoria gets in a between-meals snack.	Peering through the pelvis.	Eric points out the blade-wounds on these vertebrae.
When we were tired of playing with the bones, we drove down into the Powder River canyon.
Achoo.	The reverse view, from the green up.	Another reverse view, from the Powder River up.
It was lunchtime, so we stopped and splashed a bit in the river while Eric fished.

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