This site maps the travels of a bright orange tumbleweed (about the size of a Pakistani girl) as it tumbles across the great American landscape, crossing boundaries, fences, farms and hills.

Track the tumbleweed's progress if you see it whizzzing by or sitting still (it's just resting). If it's stuck, help it along. Grow it. Groom it. Wish it farewell...and share your pictures of this sweet adventure, a metaphor for migration all over the world.

IN THE BEGINNING


In the beginning she was quite small. Quickly she grew a 100 branches. The next week a 100 more on each of those sprouted eagerly. Eventually she unfurled to 5 feet 4 inches tall in each direction. Being so inexperienced, she often got stuck. Slowly, she was beginning to learn how to soar and balance on the wind to travel farrrr and wide.

Posted at 8:00am.

IN THE BEGINNING
In the beginning she was quite small. Quickly she grew a 100 branches. The next week a 100 more on each of those sprouted eagerly. Eventually she unfurled to 5 feet 4 inches tall in each direction. Being so inexperienced, she often got stuck. Slowly, she was beginning to learn how to soar and balance on the wind to travel farrrr and wide.

MAP TO KICK OFF THE JOURNEY


The tumbleweed was born and nurtured in a small town called Banner in Northern Wyoming. Here is a map showing it’s initial travels across rolling hills and sticky brush. It was last seen on the State Trust Lands somewhere near 970 U.S. 14 Banner, WY. 

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MAP TO KICK OFF THE JOURNEY
The tumbleweed was born and nurtured in a small town called Banner in Northern Wyoming. Here is a map showing it’s initial travels across rolling hills and sticky brush. It was last seen on the State Trust Lands somewhere near 970 U.S. 14 Banner, WY. 

ON THE GO!

And there she was… Some people saw her flying around and had conversations about it.

"Oh what a waste of time", some said.

"Oh how aimless" said others.

"She seems to be an expert at flying", said a little boy.

But in reality Orange Tumbleweed was just beginning to explore her world. She spent a lot of time scared of the wind, hiding behind rocks…or unable to fly, stuck in bushes. She wasn’t made for a prickly landscape where she was perpetually getting caught in barbed wire, thistles, and rocks. Still, everything looked so new and her mother’s stories kept her searching for tiny details…

Did she see a dark spot on the landscape? No, an inquisitive cow! Was that a wispy froth of cotton balls? No, a white tailed deer!

Posted at 10:00am.