4042n: Little Snake River Valley
Off Moffat County Rd.2, along the Wyoming-Colorado state boundary - 2014 (Portra 160)
I've been wanting to explore the Little Snake River Valley for years. The Little Snake River Valley sits along the Colorado/Wyoming state line and follows the Little Snake River as it tumbles out of the western flank of Colorado's Park Range. The Little Snake is a tributary of the larger Yampa River, meandering westward in and out of Colorado and Wyoming along the state line then gradually makes its way south west to hook up with the Yampa west of Maybell and very close to Dinosaur National Park.
Unceremoniously proclaimed: The Wyoming - Colorado State Line south of Baggs, Wyoming just off Highway 13 - 2014 (Portra 160)
I was so pleased to have my wife join me on this trip. I've spent many hours and miles wandering alone out there and was glad for the company. All I had to do was mention fly fishing along the LSR and she was in. Unfortunately, that's not exactly how the weekend panned out. What we discovered when we hit the drainage was a whole lot of private land. At first glance, access to the river is all but eliminated by ranch after ranch, private home after private home, and miles and miles of fence line with large signs reading, "POSTED: NO TRESPASSING." While the fishing thing didn't materialize quite the way we'd envisioned, as in every first time into an area you learn a lot. Getting a feel for the area and traveling the roads is the first step in getting to know it. Turns out there is BLM land up there and river access - we just couldn't find it. Some follow up calls to the BLM office and GPS will fix that though. We'll return next time armed with more, better information.
Evening light on Moffat County Rd.7, Moffat County, Colorado - 2014 (Portra 160)
With our fishing plans shot, my objective was to return to the "town" of Great Divide, a lonesome outpost along Moffat County Rd.7 in the remote regions of the county. Several years ago I'd stumbled across it returning from the Red Desert. At the time it had been a long few days in the car so I took the opportunity to stop and rest for a bit in Great Divide. From a landscape photography point of view light was poor; a typical, blue bird, cloudless, Colorado high-altitude, sunny day (whom but a photographer would deem those conditions poor?). Regardless, I made a few frames, then began the drive south east towards Craig. It's difficult to explain why but somehow that stop is one of the things I remember most about that particular trip. For some reason the outpost of Great Divide stayed with me for years. Occasionally I'd google it to see what turned up - virtually nothing. It was almost like it didn't really exist. For years I've wanted to get back to Great Divide, hopefully in better light - and see what happened. Great Divide became our new objective.
Wyoming-Colorado state boundary, Highway 13 looking north towards Baggs, Wyoming - 2014 (Portra 160)
We hit Highway 13 south out of Baggs, Wyoming, and followed it for a mile or so before hooking up with County Road 4, then headed west. The plan was to hook up with Rd.9 and angle down to hit Great Divide for sunset. Even with a sunset calculator you can't be absolutely certain when sunset will happen. The light was cooperating beautifully. An active sky was producing doppled clouds that drifted between the sun and earth, slightly diffusing the increasingly gorgeous light as it began to sink towards the horizon. Often times what'll happen with an active sky is a low band of clouds will prematurely obscure the best light at the critical moment and end things early in a veil of gray. This has happened to me a lot over the years. This day, though - it looked like we had a shot at it.
My wife and I talked in the beautiful, evening light, heading down Moffat County Rd. 4 in search of the turn off. I told her as we drove, "when we get there, you're going to think..." and she finished my sentence: "...I know...that it was all worthwhile and I'll see how beautiful it is, right?"
"No," I said. "You're gonna think I'm nuts - that there's something wrong with me. There's really nothing there. It's just this old building, sitting out in the middle of nowhere. I can't even explain why I've had it in my head for so many years - why I need to get back. It doesn't make any sense."
After a few miles on 4 we checked the map again and realized we may have missed our turn off. Briefly thinking about doubling back to look again the decision was made instead to press on in case it was still before us. But it was a gamble. Rd.4 continued to Powder Wash, then angled back south east on Rd.7 to Great Divide. If you picture a triangle balanced on its point, with Great Divide the bottom, 9 would have traveled one length direct of the triangle and put us right there. Instead, we missed that turn and had to travel the other two lengths of the triangle to reach the same point. It was a sure thing; getting us there eventually, but the route was twice as far. And it was getting late. Making the decision, I hit the gas instead of the brakes - ready for whatever awaited. It seemed like an eternity but we eventually hit Powder Wash, picked up Rd.7 then angled back down, towards what I hoped was that lonely remnant of a town in the middle of nowhere, waiting for me in beautiful, evening light.
My memory of the road was a little fuzzy and looking again at the Delorem atlas it seemed like we were doing everything right. A few dusty miles clicked off the odometer as stones flew from new tire treads and hit the underside of the wheel well. I glanced at the sky, then the clock. Crap. We're gonna be cutting it close, I thought. All of a sudden I remembered the date. It was June 20 - the day before the longest day of the year. A smile cracked my lips. "What's the smile for," my wife asked. I told her. We laughed, and my foot eased up on the accelerator as the pond came into view.
Great Divide, Colorado (2014) - 2014 (Portra 160)
The cows welcomed us as the car came to a halt at the bottom of the hill. Directly across the road I glanced up to see the sign: Moffat County 9. We'd missed it, but would take it home when we left. Most importantly - though - after all the stressing about light - we'd managed to hit it perfectly. After a few shots of the pond we climbed in the car and headed up the road to the only junction of Great Divide, where the Mercantile waited.
It was still there and didn't look a bit different - which was no surprise. After surviving for so many years alone on the high plains, a few more shouldn't have made any difference.
We pulled over across from the Old Mercantile and climbed out of the car into the gorgeous, still evening. Birds fluttered about, and back down by the pond, cows moo'd. It was serene. Still. There was no wind. The sun had continued its path towards the horizon, seeming to pull up at the last minute and wait - leaving just enough for us. I set up the tripod, picked the shots and went to work as my wife wandered Great Divide's single intersection for the first time.
Why do places remain with us? Why some places and not others? I don't know. What I did know that evening was, the second time to Great Divide was better than the first. It was made better by the company, the knowledge gained from the first visit, and the light. I'll look forward with eager anticipation to our next visit to the Little Snake River Valley. And I'll have my camera and a roll of Portra loaded and ready.
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Love the documentary flavor of your words accompanying the photographs. Great read!
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