A post made while on the road I mentioned visiting one of those places I've always wanted to visit, the John Day Fossil Beds in Oregon. I didn't know much about it; it was just a place on my map. I said at the time it wasn't what I was expecting - a bleak desolate place like most fossil bearing sites are. Instead it was like having the Painted Desert of Arizona in a grassy woodland environment. Unable to post pictures at the time, here are some now.
Most of the terrain was like this, the high desert of Oregon.
And then there were these areas.
That is an animal trail cutting across the face of the hill.
Lots of colors and textures like an artist's palette.
Please stay on the boardwalk people! This way others may enjoy the unspoiled scenery.
Take only pictures, leave only shadows.
An interesting side note is that the fossil beds national monument was named after a river, not the man. Most side river tributaries are named after the first person who settled in the area or perhaps an incident involving an individual such as their death. In this case John Day was a hunter and fur trapper in 1810. He was robbed and stripped naked by Indians along the Columbia River near the mouth of the river named after him. He survived the experience. He never set foot any closer than 200 miles to the area nor the town that now bears his name.