Laramie, 25 hours later

Spring in Laramie is a strange time. One bright, breezy, sunny afternoon, John and I rode bicycles across an old footbridge straddling the railroad tracks that bisect Laramie. Downtown was bathed in sunshine. 25hours later, after a morning of hard snow, I rode my bike though fluffy streets back to the footbridge to capture the difference. It's quite a difference.