The call is out; we're to meet last week end of July. Sundance and I are arriving via Billings, Cody, Yellowstone, Jackson Hole, Wind River and Ten Sleep.
Butch has given up the chase; it appears Lil, Sundance and i will also have our last dance. The Federales aren't a danger. Time for the younger members to take over.
Oh give me another Bloody; maybe I'll change my mind!
Few hours later, thousands of miles of smoke, so dense the earth can't be seen. I feel like the planes air-conditioning and my mask can't counteract it.
Deplaning in Billings, even worse; temp is 99*, humidity 11% and smoke. My lungs felt they were on fire.
Driving from Billings to Cody on US 310, must be a rest stop every 30 miles. Really Nice Ones. Somewhere there are the Pryor Mtns. We're in the valley but we can barely see mountains.
Arrived Cody
Asking directions to a local, apparently popular, steak house, our young hostess said we might need reservations. Really at 5:30pm? Uhmmm, there are alot of people here, your vintage, you might need a reservation.
Lucky us, while others were being turned away; we 2 were promptly seated at a table for 6. Phil's nice smile, my cane and broken wrist - reminded her of her grandparents or great grandparents? Or that we walked 3 blocks in the heat and her choice was seat us or call the undertaker.
Philip had a buffalo burger while i have a Mac & Cheese burger (don't ask) among some of these fine dining companions.
Nothing like local cowboys walking in wearing their hats, jeans and Burki's. Sturgis bikers are everywhere.
We're so happy to be here, remembering previous visits - along with companionship of family and friends.
Changing earth!
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