Sometimes ones plans to achieve prosperity just can never be for filled. I took this picture of the end of the trail for these folks in the endless sea of sage in Western Wyoming. It was along the overland trail and I believe the dates on the headstones were the early 1850s. No I doubt they had dreams of what the future might hold for them, when they came to the end of the trail. It sure didn't look like a very beautiful and peaceful place to die out in this unforgiving land. Kinda sad I thought.