Sunday, August 4, 2019

Misty Moon. Is our home for the next week

We're like small children; are we there yet? Awake at 6. 

I was awake since 3 as i made the mistake of checking the news and learned about Dayton. I'm so furious, I went in the bathroom, to not wake Philip and left voice mails (I have them on speed dial) for McConnell, Barr and Paul to stop the madness. No more sleep and I'm still trying to calm down and not ruin this week. 

Too early to go to the ranch, no stores open, the room is dreary ... can't we go yet?  We find a Starbucks.  Finally it's 9 o'clock as we bolt to the car and we're on our way. 

60 years ago Philip came to the ranch with his folks. He brought me and the girls 32 years ago ... we know every inch of the road from Shell Creek or Buffalo; every turn is familiar.


Big Horn Mtns

Shell Creek Road

Old School House

Queen Vicky's Thumb; when we see this landmark we know we're near. 

We arrive.


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