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Bridge

On our way over Tennessee Pass, we cross this really cool bridge. The problem with it is that the road approaches so Judy can see it coming, and she has some trouble with her acrophobia.
This last trip across, we distracted her by having her take a picture, and she concentrated on that, rather than how scary it is to go across the bridge.

I have no idea what we’re going to do for the next trip across.
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Canon city

By the way, there is a spanish accent over the “n” in Canon City, making the pronounciation “Canyon” City. Like “pinon”, in pinon pine, accent over the “n”.
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Canon city

What a great birdy place! In the field, on the fence, on the feeder. Mountain and western bluebirds, scrub jays, a hummingbird, ladder backed woodpecker, hairy woodpecker, flicker, kinglet, yellow rumps, chipping sparrows, and over by the Royal Gorge we saw an olive sided flycatcher and hundreds of white throated swifts.
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Yellowstone

While we were in Yellowstone, we came across one of those dreaded coffin buses. Tour buses that not only take tourists around during the day, but house them at night as well; front half for the day, rear for the night. The right rear side pops out, has some canvas for walls, a stairway to a platform, and provides access to the sleeping slots. The tourists in them tend to be Japanese, but we’ve talked to some Germans traveling in one before too.
A clever use of existing technology, but they look pretty tight to me. They look worse than that to my claustrophobe wife.