Trips to the HFBar: Day 3

The gang split up today. The younger, agile members (those who easily leap on and off their horses to open and close gates) went to Shell Creek. The rest of the gang went to Red Canyon - only one gate which a wrangler agreed to leave open.

We're thinking we may need to change our name from The China Wall Gang to The Riding Over the Hill Gang.

I didn't ride; instead tested out my new trekking sticks, walked to middle ranch. Did pretty well; given the altitude.

Cocktails were on our porch. We're a gang of 14. George told the most hilarious story how he hitch hiked from the ranch to school, Lawrenceville Prep, NJ in 1951. He was 16.

I stopped in the office to take a better look at the fledgling museum. There's emphasis on the Crow woman's role. Margie came by and ask me what i thought. Why-can't-i-smile-and-make-nice? Why do i morph into my sister? Which would be ok if i had her knowledge; but i don't.

Well, it's a nice start; the historical descriptions are accurate but there's no sense that the 10,000+ strong Crow still exist. Women still live communal family lives ... just as women all over the world do. Blah, blah, blah

Becky, I've been thinking the same thing. Can you write something up to give me a start?

Me? Duh? Actually, I've lots of ideas but i don't feel comfortable as a S&F speaking for Crow women. To my knowledge, I don't know any Crow. Have to talk to Lizbeth.

We visited with the Lexington Chapman and Nichols families; they leave Wednesday. Turns out MC's college friend lives in Lexington and everyone knows everyone else; belong to the same church. Again, small world.