This is a picture of Connie in BFE Wyoming. A little bitty town that I stayed in because of getting caught in a Thunderstorm late in the afternoon. I coffeed up and headed out (for Las Vegas) just at sun up.

Something compelled me to stop at this statue even though I had a long way to go and was on a schedule. That is a memorial to 28 people that lost their lives in a local coal mine disaster. I'm not sure why, but it had a profound effect on me and I can't look at this photo without thinking of the line from "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot.

And all that remains are the faces and names of the wives and the sons of the daughters.