The Romance Reviews

Friday, November 2, 2012

Winter in the Medicine Bow and Snowy Ranges

early snow in the Medicine Bow

We had a hard freeze the other night and that got me thinking about my next blog entry.  I want to continue to take you on a virtual tour around this state I love so much but I also want to connect it to The Devil’s Own Desperado

Colt and Amelia’s story is set in the town of Federal, but Federal isn’t a town any more.  It’s little more than a wide spot on a north-bound spur of the Burlington-Northern Railroad.  Federal has an impressive view of the Medicine Bow and Snowy Ranges of the Rocky Mountains. 

Centennial Peak
Winter in this part of the country has an annoying tendency to arrive early.  Two years ago, the DH, darling grand-daughter, and I were in Wyoming the first week of October and already there was a lot of snow up on the Snowies.  (There is a reason they are called “The Snowy Range”—and it’s just as much from the snow and glaciers that cover the heights as it is from the sugary white quartzite that the peaks are made of.)  Darling grand-daughter said she wanted to go up to the top of Centennial Peak and play in the snow.  DH and I suggested that she might not want to do that, because it was going to be very cold up there and windy.  She was adamant about it, so being good grand-parents, we bundled her up in her winter coat, pulled her gloves on her, and headed up Highway 130 into the Snowies.

We stopped at the observation area of Libby Flats and let her get out.  The first words out of her mouth were, “It’s cold up here!”

No kidding.  Really?

She played in the snow for oh…thirty five seconds before she had enough and wanted back in the car and was begging me to turn the heat on. 

The Medicine Bow and Snowy Ranges are truly a year ‘round outdoorsman’s paradise.  Crystal clear alpine lakes and mountain streams afford trout fishing during three seasons.  Spring and summer invites hikers, bicyclists, and horsemen into the Medicine Bow and Snowies.  Cattle are moved into higher pastures to graze on the alpine grasses.  Fall brings in the hunters and those who want to see the mountainsides lit with the golden light of turning trees.  In preparation for the deep snows of winter, the cattle are rounded up and brought down to lower pastures.  Winter sees people on snowshoes, skiers, and snow-mobiles enjoying glistening powder.

early snow storm near Centennial, WY
This is the backdrop where I set Colt and Amelia’s story—the rugged, harsh, beauty that rises into the south-eastern skies of Wyoming. 

I’ll extend the invitation to come visit Wyoming.  It is forever wild here.  


  1. Love this.. so beautiful. Thank you for this.

  2. Nancy, you are more than welcome. I love it in Wyoming and I want to share the beauty and majesty and grandeur that is the state I call my adopted home state.


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