Spring Creek Morning Observation

I sit along a ridge overlooking a valley to the south of our camp. It is early in the morning. The ground immediately surrounding me is the first thing I make note of. I am in a patch of grass, seemingly dense from afar but sparse up close. Around me are thistle and sagebrush, the…

Observations of My Own

As I walk out into the plain from the field site, the fragrance from crushed sagebrush wafts up from beneath my boots. In the wide-open expanse of the Laramie Valley, the smell is always around, but the uniqueness of the aroma never seems to get old. Taking a seat near the dirt road that leads…

Wyoming Spring Creek: Morning from a Ridge

I am currently sitting on a ridge overlooking one of the many valleys of the Spring Creek Preserve in Wyoming. I can see the camp where we spent the night sleeping out in tents from my perch. The land rolls out before me for miles. I can see the mountains in the distance, rising up…

Wyoming Spring Creek: Time to Observe

As we adventure through Spring Creek, it is easy to get wrapped up in trying to learn every new thing about the area. A whole day could be spent simply identifying the plants and animals littering the seemingly barren landscape. Over the past few days, I feel like the land has become increasingly familiar to…

Wyoming Spring Creek – Observing the Landscape

As I write this, I am sitting next to the opening of a prairie dog tunnel system, there are ants, bees, and beetles are hard at work all around me, and there is a bird of prey circling far above my head. Life persists. Plants of so many species grow around me, and I am…

Wyoming Spring Creek: The Valley on a Small and Large Scale

Sitting at the edge of the flat portion of land near the shipping containers (where we camp), I’m overlooking the steep drop-off of the land in front of me. Two ridges that decay as they progress a few hundred yards in front of me form the relatively small valley below. A rocky divot cuts down…

Wyoming Spring Creek-Space, the final frontier…

Space. Vast chasms of it, unbroken by tree or building or person as it sprawls outward limitlessly into the pale blue horizon. In an open prairie like this, space seems to take on the illusion of weight, a sort of ubiquitous presence that you can almost glean in creases of river beds and stretching green…

Wyoming Spring Creek: A Morning on the Preserve

I’m sitting on top of a small ridge overlooking a drainage into the Laramie Valley. In front of me stretches the expanse of the valley, broken only by a line of windmills and the Medicine Bow Range to the East. They appear to be close, but distance here is deceptive; it would take two days…

Wyoming Spring Creek – Stories Told Through Senses

The vast, mostly uninterrupted space of the Wyoming prairie is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It is easy to get lost in the view of the land stretching for miles and miles until it touches the sky. The sun rose to my left as I sat looking at a cliff on Saturday morning, and…

Wyoming Spring Creek – The Windscape

There are cows on the plains and people in Rock River behind them. They live in the wind and with the things it brings them: violent storms, harsh winters, ugly turbines, and a persistent dryness that has forced life – cow, human, and otherwise – to adapt. The Laramie Valley clears desert status by just…