This was a trip with my mom, so no camping on this trip even though this is the lady that introduced me to camping and coerced my dad into buying a little Siesta travel trailer. Now in her 80s she likes motels. I was a bit concerned about my mom enjoying this trip. Mom’s spry for her age, but she is no spring chicken. But when I asked her if wanted to go, she didn’t hesitate for a nanosecond.   So, we were off to Kemmerer, Wyoming eager to find fish fossils in the Green River formation.

Morning at the quarry.  Mom clean and eager.

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