Following posts are from 2014. You're welcome to read them, however, there is no info pertaining to our 2015 adventure




On to Kuna

From Cascade to Kuna is a short 3 hour drive, back along the Payette River canyon. We arrived at the Ambassador RV Park right at noon on Friday. The park is in Caldwell, about 20 miles from Kim’s place in Kuna. Kim was working so we suggested she come to the RV park after work and we would BBQ something for dinner.

The rest of the time in Kuna we spent helping Kim with yard work. This meant trips to Lowes, Home Depot or Ace Hardware.  A trip to a really nice nursery added an apple tree, a peony, and some flowers. Her neighbors have some really tall trees planted against the side fence and many of the branches on Kim’s side needed to come off. Then there was a huge pile of limbs to get rid of and the trash was already full. So, Rob and Kim rented a chipper and now she has a pile of mulch.

Front of Kim's house

Backyard. Trees center and right were trimmed

Patio

Kuna was seasonably HOT! I helped weed the front planter trying unsuccessfully to stay in the shade. Gallons of iced tea and refuge in the air conditioned house helped, but we were all drained from the heat.

We took a vacation from yard work and went exploring the Snake River Wine area. The first winery we visited, Bitner, was really busy. It has a small tasting room and a medium sized patio area with tables and chairs for sipping and enjoying the scenery. They offer glasses of wine and cheese plates which were extremely popular. We were just there for the tasting. There were only two pourers for such a large crowd and our pourer kept breaking away to provide glasses and cheese plates for the diners. No matter, the three of us managed to polish off seven bottles of wine while we were there. The crowd continued to grow and we decided to leave. As we left, some entertainment was setting up on the patio. No wonder it was a popular place.

Just slightly tipsy we wandered down the road a bit to another small winery, Hat Ranch. No one was in the place except us and the server. The server had recently moved to Idaho from Southern California and this was her first day on the job. She was knowledgeable enough about the wine and we enjoyed tasting and talking with her. After a while another group came in…from La Quinta. We chatted with them for a while and exchanged favorite wineries in Paso Robles and Temecula.

Hat Ranch

Our final stop was at a winery/distillery, Koenig. The winemaker also distilled vodka. More wine tasting. By this time our palates were saturated. We decided three wineries was enough so we headed back to Kim’s. Kim bought a bottle of Huckleberry  to try. Our supply of wine was amply increased from the day’s adventure.

Our last day, we finished up some of the yard work, checked sprinklers and kicked back. We had dinner at Epi’s, a very popular Basque restaurant in Meridian. It’s in a small house and owned by the granddaughter of a Basque immigrant from Spain. She greeted us at the door and when we had been seated came over and explained the history of the beginning of the restaurant. Her grandmother came from Spain to join her husband. She spoke no English and all she knew how to do was cook, mostly fish which was in abundance in Spain. They settled in Challis, Idaho. The fish selection there was limited to Salmon and Trout so she soon learned how to cook beef and lamb by creating her own recipes. Her family grew with six or seven children and she gained a reputation of being a good cook, cooking for her church. She and a sister decided to start cooking for ranch hands and the idea for a restaurant was born. All the food is prepared fresh and it was delicious.  I had a wonderful vegetable soup followed by a great halibut filet. Rob and Kim chose the red bean soup and I have to admit it was better than mine. Kim opted for beef medallions and Rob had a lamb shank, all prepared from old Basque recipes handed down from the owner’s grandmother.  Back to the diet tomorrow.

Next we’re hopping, skipping and jumping across Oregon to get to some cooler coastal weather.

Challis to Cascade

After a wonderful three days in Challis we were off to McCall, Idaho. Only, they were full. Another check of the map and we discovered Cascade along the banks of the Payette River. This river was completely unknown to us, but it is apparently well known for white water rafting and kayaking. The highway travels along the bank of the river quite a way providing great views of the river. It reminded me of watching a washing machine. We did see a group of four intrepid kayakers making their way through some turbulent rapids. We wished them luck. They hadn’t begun to see the tough rapids ahead. A little further on a large group of kayakers and rafters was paddling down the river. I’m pretty sure they were destined to pull out long before the rugged area.

Payette River rapids

The drive from Challis took us over a narrow, winding mountain road. Road construction along part of it reduced the road to a single narrower lane. Since it was Sunday there were no crews working and traffic was light. This was a good thing because there was only a few inches on either side of the coach as we drove through.

 As we approached the town of Stanley we were treated to a view of the Sawtooth Range. People were everywhere in this tiny resort town. There was some sort of Arts and Crafts Fair going on which drew the people. No place to park the RV so we trundled on. 

Sawtooth Range

 Further on we had to travel through an area known as Garden Valley. A massive forest fire was in progress and, although the flames were on the other side of the crest, smoke was thick through this valley. It seemed like the entire northwest was on fire with fires in Washington and Oregon.

We settled into Water’s Edge RV Resort situated along a calm stretch of the Payette River. The park has beach access and kayaks and canoes available for residents. Osprey circle continuously watching for their chance to snag a fish. There are also three white pelicans that seem to be permanent residents.  A graded path winds along the banks of the river all the way to “town” if you’re so inclined. Dusty was able to run off leash, splashing in the water and hiding in the cattails. He’s not much of a swimmer, but would look at a stick thrown out for him. Once or twice he thought about swimming out for it, but instead ran along the bank until the current brought it to shore.

Payette River at dawn from our campsite

White Pelicans

We stayed here five days waiting until we could visit Kim after she finished her finals. One day we decided to drive up to McCall to see what we missed. Kind of reminded me of Arrowhead or Lake Tahoe, very touristy with large, well kept, “summer homes” fronting on a beautiful lake. Lots of small shops full of people. We drove through, checked out the RV park we would have used, stopped at the market and drove back. The Cascade RV park was a better choice we decided. Much nearer to the river and more to do.

We had some awesome thunderstorms during our stay here. Doesn’t take much for us to appreciate some rain since we hardly ever see it at home. It rained really hard for about 1/2 hour, then it was over. More rain overnight...chairs left out!

One of the other campers in the park told Rob about a hot birding spot he found on a nearby lake, so we had to check it out. All along the lake are public campsites with a $5/day site fee. We kept going around the lake spotting a bird here and there, but no great hot spot. On the opposite side of the lake we spotted a strange greenish bird sitting on a bush. It was there long enough for Rob to haul out his camera, change his lens and take a shot. We were puzzled by it for a long time, until its mate flew out of the bush. It turned out to be a female Western Tanager. We had been seeing males everywhere, but no females.

When we first arrived we had picked up a pamphlet listing several “not to be missed” road trips around the area. Our last day in camp we decided to drive the “No. 1, not to be missed”. The description was accurate. We drove south of town for a few miles before turning across a private ranch and onto a dirt road that would take us up and around the mountain. The scenery was beautiful. Once we got to the summit we could look out over Idaho on one side and Oregon on the other.

Scrawny little grouse stopped in front of us and just sat there. We thought his mother might be behind him, but she didn't show up. Maybe he's an orphan.

Pretty doe in the forest

Blue Lake, a little mountain lake

Looking back over the valley where we were camped

Across into Oregon

Looking across into the Oregon desert. Very brown for miles and miles. After we leave Kim's we'll be traveling across this area. 

Back at the park we began packing up for the short trip to Kim’s.

Craters of the Moon and Challis Hot Springs

Post Pinedale

The campground was pretty empty Tuesday morning. Stan and Jerre left going in one direction while Rob and I went the other. Our destination was Arco, Idaho and the Craters of the Moon National Monument. We had reservations for two nights at Mountain View RV Park requesting a 50 amp spot with access for our satellite. We weren't guaranteed either, but they said they would try.  At check in the clerk spent some time looking over the booking sheet trying to accommodate our requests. Their system for keeping track of reservations and where they slotted rigs is somewhat primitive (i.e. not computerized). While she was looking, a group of 5 or 6 RVers pulled in behind our rig, blocking the street. Another clerk checked them in, but they could go nowhere with our rig totally blocking entrance to the park. After several minutes we gave up looking for 50 amps and took a site with 30 as long as it had satellite access. We were assured satellite would not be a problem. 30 amps is generally fine, except it was blistering hot and we could only run one air conditioner. I know…boo hoo!   

We located our site only to find it at the end of a dead end path and occupied by a pickup truck. We couldn’t back up without disconnecting the toad and even then we would have had to back up 100’ or more. So, Rob headed to the office for help. I located a park handyman who jumped in the truck and moved it. He knew the keys were in it because it belonged to the owner. We finally got situated only to find our slides inches away from trees on both sides of the rig and our satellite totally blocked. At that point we decided to shorten our stay to one night. Leaving in the morning was going to be a challenge. When the time finally came, the camper in front of us departed leaving an opening for Rob to pull in and jockey around the trees and other rigs. As we left, I counted at least ten open spots with clear satellite access. We probably won’t visit this park again.

We spent that afternoon driving the auto-tour route through Craters of the Moon National Monument. This is an immense lava field covering 750,000 acres. While volcanic in origin, there is no volcano present. “The lava issued from a series of deep fissures – known collectively as the Great Rift-that cross the Snake River Plain.” The rift is 52 miles long. Scientists date the eruptions beginning 15,000 years ago with the most recent activity a mere 2000 years ago. The area is still active leading geologists to believe future events are likely. Many of the features are similar to those which occur from an actual volcano, i.e. cinder cones, spatter cones, pahoehoe lava (smooth, rope-like floes), lava tubes and caves. It was very hot in the afternoon. The ranger told us the highest temperature recorded on the lava fields was 175 degrees.

Dwarf Buckwheat has a root system larger than 3 '

Cinder cone. The white spot is a person

Spatter cone

Pahoehoe

We left early the next day hoping to make McCall, Idaho our next stop, but when we called for reservations they were full. Checking the map I saw that Challis, Idaho was on our route and had a few RV parks listed under RVParkReviews.com. I called the Challis Hot Springs Resort and RV park and successfully reserved two nights. We were only about 50 miles away when I connected with them.

This park is outstanding!!! It is far off the beaten path sandwiched between high peaks and the Salmon River. As we approached the entrance we spied two female big horn sheep perched on a rock outcrop above our heads. The office is in the B&B and they were ready for us. The site assigned to us fronted on the river and was long enough for the RV with the car parked behind. All of the sites are gravel laid out in a grassy meadow. We immediately decided to extend our stay to three nights.

The B&B/Office

This deer swam across the Salmon River right in front of our RV

Marmot peeking over the bank of the river

The highlights of the park are a hot pool and a not so hot pool. The hot pool is about 30’x30’ and between 105-107 degrees. The not so hot pool is about 20’x50’ and between 98-101 degrees. The water seeps up through gravel bottoms from hot springs. The not so hot pool is drained every night and fresh water seeps in overnight. We didn’t see a mechanism for draining the hot pool, but we presume it too was drained daily. We made use of both of these every evening. On our first evening in the pool we started a conversation with a couple from Idaho Falls. Rob asked if they by chance knew a Jan Brown (Rob’s cousin living in IF). Glen, (he had introduced himself) said he knew her well. That precipitated further conversation and we discovered Glen is a Master Naturalist very conversant in birding. We spent so long talking about birding with him we got kicked out of the pool. It closed at 9:00 and they needed to drain it. We returned the next night and picked up our conversation with Glen and with his wife. Jan will probably never forgive her cousin for spilling the beans on her early life.

Day two we set out to see some of the area. As we left the park we stopped to identify a few birds that were circling a small pond. A little further on, a small herd of female and baby bighorn sheep were grazing in a pasture adjacent to the park. They seemed unconcerned when we stopped to take pictures, but a few decided they’d had enough of our ogling and calmly jumped the fence and trotted up the rocky outcrops. We continued on our way, stopping at an excavation site which had left a cliff now occupied by hundreds of bank swallows. This is one swallow we had not encountered before so we stopped long enough for Rob to take a few thousand photos.

Big Horn Sheep

Bank Swallow nests

We continued on through “town” to the “Custer Motorway Adventure Road”.

Challis is barely a town. It’s really more of a village and even that is an overstatement. It had what we needed tho’…a grocery store and a liquor store. Our wine supply was dwindling.

The Custer Motorway begins at the end of the main (only) road through the town of Challis. A graded, dirt road, it winds through the historic Yankee Fork Mining District. Challis was founded in 1876 as a supply center for area mines. The bi-weekly supply runs took nine hours. Part of the journey involved climbing a steep hill requiring extra horses as well as a change of horses part way up the slope. One enterprising individual constructed a toll road along part of the way to the mines. Four stations were established along the route offering accommodations and meals for travelers. Remnants of some of the buildings are still present. The town of Custer was established in 1879 at the base of the mountains where the gold was being mined. By 1911 it became a virtual ghost town and is preserved as a tourist attraction today. In 1940 a dredge was built on the Yankee Fork (of the Salmon River). It was shut down in 1942 because of WWII. It was restarted in 1945 and operated until 1952. Over 6.3 million cubic yards of stream gravel was mined leaving behind 5 ½ miles of tailings. $1,037,322 in gold and silver was recovered at an estimated cost of $1,076,100.

Gold dredge

 

Remnants of an old station

More remnants

 

Deer on tailings

Pinedale

July 10

We were up and ready to hit the road early. The drive to Pinedale was easy. I can say that since Rob does all the driving, although I’ve been threatening. Except for a few areas of road work, there were no glitches and we arrived in Pinedale before lunch. The rest of our group was already encamped at the Wind River View RV Park. Very Spartan, the park has few amenities. The pads are scraped from the native flora.  Power poles supply multiple coaches, but water and sewer hookups are individual. Power was only 30 amp, which would have been fine, but it kept cutting out on us in the middle of the night when usage was minimal. We changed outlets after that and had no further problems. There was also a large, clean laundry room which I made use of.

View from the campground behind the coaches.

The 10^th through the 13^th was the 79^th celebration of the Green River Rendezvous. Between 1825 and 1840 fur trappers came out of the mountains to meet where the Green River and Horse Creek converge and trade their pelts for supplies. From as early as 1500 beaver pelts were in demand in Europe. They were used for felt hats popular with the monarchs and aristocracy. When the European beaver population was destroyed explorers turned to the New World for a new supply. The Green River area was rich with beavers causing trappers to flock to the area. Within 15 years the beavers were decimated and the trapping boom was over.

The Rendezvous is a reenactment of the meetings and the consequent settling of the area.  Trappers’ camps and Shoshone settlements were set up displaying the way of life in the early 1800s. Participants wore costumes of buckskin and furs, long dresses and bonnets, Indians with symbols painted on teepees, clothing, faces and horses….

There were several speakers with historical programs. I attended a presentation by Michael Bad Hand Terry, a Seminole and expert on the Plains Indians. He described the life of Plains Indians and how they evolved from nomadic hunters and gatherers to stable communities. He had exhibits showing how every part of the buffalo was used, such as the shoulder blade could be used as a dinner plate, a digging implement, or a hoe. Sometimes not “politically correct”, he dispelled several myths about Indian life. For example, he stated that Indians did not prefer to ride their horses bareback. When horses found their way into their life, coming ultimately from Spain via Mexico, they came with saddles and bridles.

Saturday the main street was closed down for a parade. Mountain men, in full costume, rode in wagons or on horseback. Indians, whooped it up as they made their way down the parade route on foot or on horseback, (mostly bareback)! There were also more modern participants, mainly local candidates for office in the election coming up riding in a variety of cars and farm vehicles.

The Rendezvous culminated Sunday with a big pageant at the rodeo grounds. Hundreds of local residents participated in authentic costumes. The stage was set with teepees arranged in front of a frontier army post. The participants would act out the history of the settling of this part of the frontier to a narrated script.

The Pageant Cast

One Brave, of many

Trading with the American Fur Company

Protestant missionary Marcus Whitman

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Back at the RV park our group prepared to depart the next morning. Rob and I stayed an extra day with our friends Stan Wright and Jerre Glasgow. Rob and Stan went fishing while Jerre and I had a relaxing day cleaning and shopping and getting ready to move the next day.

Rob's Brown trout

Ten Sleep to Lander

Ten Sleep to Lander 

July 6

We left the quaint little (emphasis on little) town of Ten Sleep about 9 am for an easy drive to Lander. After we got settled at Sleeping Bear RV Park and had lunch we ventured over to our daughter’s. We visited with our daughter Kristen’s family: Eric, grandson Rowan, and Eric’s mom Kae. Kris made a delicious pasta dinner complimented by some of our very own Vino Cochera wine.

                                        Leaving Ten Sleep

                                                Wind River Canyon

July 7

A workday for Kris and Eric. Grandma G and Pop picked Rowan up from Gran’s house (Kae’s) for some fun at the Splash Pad at the RV park. Last time we were here Rowan was excited to go to the Splash Pad, but when confronted with another little boy playing in it, he decided to sit on the sidelines. This time was very different. Two little girls were already splashing around and Rowan jumped right in with them. The smallest girl was more interested in throwing water on her grandmother, but the older one (7) and Rowan threw a frisbee back and forth and played dodge ball. After lunch Rowan busied himself playing with Dusty, and playing Angry Birds. Shopping at Safeway, where we met up with two from our Ten Sleep group, was followed by dinner with Kris, et al.

                                      Rowan at Splash Pad

July 8

Pop promised Rowan this would be a fishing day. We picked him up at 8 and headed up Sinks Canyon for the lake area of the Wind River Range. Our destination was Fiddler Lake, the second in a string of three. More on the Sinks Canyon area later. The first line was cast from a fishing dock near a boat launch. A few nibbles, but most small fish. Pop thought it might be more profitable across the lake where the shoreline was steeper so off we went. We found a pretty nice pull out right along the shore with easy access to the water over some rocks. Pop cast Rowan’s pole and handed it to him explaining that he had to watch it while he fixed his own pole. Rowan promptly laid it down and climbed up over the rocks. Just when Rowan was 10’ away his bobber dipped under the water. Pop says “Rowan you’ve got a fish”. By the time Rowan scrambled down the rocks the fish was gone and he was through fishing. Rob tried his hand a little longer, but no luck. The lack of fish might have had something to do with Dusty swimming out after Rowan’s bobber. We continued on around the loop past Louis Lake on our way home. After we had gone several miles down the road, Rowan suddenly announces he left his sunglasses on a rock. His “favorite” sunglasses. Pop wasn’t about to turn around and retrace our path. The road was graded dirt all the way back. So we stopped at a couple of places to find a replacement pair once we got back to town. That mollified him for a while.

Dinner out at El Sol included a pitcher of margaritas.

                               Doe and Fawn in town before the Sinks

                               /view of Lander from top of Sinks Canyon

                         Rob and Rowan at the fishing dock Fiddler Lake

                                               Fiddler Lake

July 9

Rowan is at daycare today. We headed to the Eagle Foundry for a tour.  We were met at the foundry by Denise, a 16 year employee. The foundry was started in 1985 by a husband and wife. The wife is the artist, the husband an engineer. Denise spent 1 ½ hours explaining the foundry process as we toured the facility. They make bronzes that are shipped all over the world using the lost wax process.  Objects sculpted in clay are received from an artist and the foundry takes over. Molds are made by applying a rubber substance to the clay which is then overlaid with plaster. Several coats of wax varying in temperature are applied to that cast forming the base for the bronze. Once that has hardened the piece is dipped in slurry then coated with sand inside and out. Again several coats are applied varying from very fine sand to fairly coarse. This is then baked in a kiln until the sand is solidified. The wax melts leaving a hollow for the bronze. The entire process involves many more people responsible for quality control of the artwork.  One of the largest monuments produced by this foundry is the Pioneer Plaza Cattle Drive in downtown Dallas. It is composed of 70 bronze steers and 3 trail riders. Copies of three of the steer and 1 rider are on display on the edge of town.

After lunch we drove down Red Canyon to take some pictures and let Dusty out to run.

                                                  Outside the Foundry

Red Canyon is one of two impressive geologic features in Lander. The color comes from the bright red Triassic Chugwater formation, over 200 million years old. This valley was originally a wagon road from Lander to Atlantic City where gold was being mined. The second geologic feature is Sinks Canyon where the Popo Agie River sinks into a cavern in Madison limestone then travels about 600 feet underground to the “rise” where it reappears in a clear trout-filled pond.

                                                    Red Canyon

Tomorrow we’re off to Pinedale to take in the Green River Mountain Man Rendezvous.

Ten Sleep

Ten Sleep

Day 1-June 30

From Dubois to Ten Sleep is a little under 200 miles. We got an early start and stopped for fuel in Riverton…$4.09/gal.  We met up with some friends just past Thermopolis.

Thermopolis is also known for discovery of dinosaurs. There is a good museum which runs archeological digs nearby. For a small fortune, anyone can participate. We’ve been to the museum on prior trips to the area, but haven’t participated in a dig. Thermopolis is also home to the world’s largest mineral hot springs, part of the Big Horn River.

Our campsite in Ten Sleep looks out on the rodeo grounds. The rodeo is big here over 4^th of July weekend.

Just a little cattle drive between the RV park and rodeo arena.

Gradually, throughout the day friends from our RV club began arriving. When everyone is here there will be twelve of us.

Day 2 – 6

Once everyone arrived we took a drive up in the mountains to West Ten Sleep Lake. It’s a beautiful drive on the way to Buffalo through a deep gorge cut through layers of rock. The road to the lake took us through the Big Horn National forest on mostly dirt road. Lots of campsites all along the Ten Sleep River. Unfortunately, the mosquitos were thick at the lake so our visit was cut short as we quickly sought refuge of our cars.

Picture taking cut short by hordes of mosquitos. At least there were no moths!

Rob and several of the others ventured out the next day to try their luck fishing at Meadowlark Lake. The group managed to land an even dozen trout which provided dinner that night.

Those left in camp decided to see what was going on in town. Absolutely nothing! There aren’t many live businesses in the entire town. We walked from one end of the town to the other and back in about an hour. That included browsing through Dirty Sally’s knick knack shop. At the other end of town is the best, and only other, store Country Collection. A very nice gift shop featuring many locally made items. Right next door is a shaved ice stand managed by the 12 year old granddaughter of the owner of Country Collection. After checking out all the gift items we stopped for shaved ice and sought the welcome shade of a large tree before heading for home.  Across from Dirty Sally’s is the Crazy Woman bar. We bypassed her.

The whole point of coming to Ten Sleep is the big rodeo on the 4^th. Our campground is right next to the rodeo area. There was no activity on the grounds until July 3 when the grass was cut early in the day. Then the pens were filled with wild horses, Brahma bulls, sheep, steer, and calves. Elaborate horse trailers began arriving carrying the horses the equestrians would be riding. They were still arriving early on the 4^th.

                                    

The big parade started at 10 a.m. It was over by 10:30. Ten Sleep downtown is 3, maybe 4 blocks long. The main highway from Buffalo is the main street. During the parade the highway is completely closed off and through traffic is detoured around through the residential area. We had prime seating in the shade of a closed gas station. As soon as the parade ended we hurried back to camp to rest up for the rodeo at 2 pm.

Rob suddenly remembered Dusty should have had his heartworm pill on the 1^st. I was sure I put it in the motorhome, but we searched through every cupboard and couldn’t find it. It’s probably still on the counter in the kitchen at home. It’s a preventative medication that he needs to take every month in case we venture into areas where heartworm is prevalent. It is transferred by the bite of a specific mosquito. Fortunately, they don’t have any of that type in Wyoming, but he still needs his pill. There is a veterinarian across the street from the RV park, but it being the 4^th I was sure they would be closed. I asked the owner of the park if she knew if they would be open on Saturday and if so, what time. She offered to call them for me and get back to me. Within an hour she called and told me they were open and would be happy to see us. She didn’t regularly carry the medication, but she had some that was only slightly out of date that she would give us. We hustled Dusty across the street where his heart was checked and the pill for July dispensed. She also gave us one for August. Both at no charge!

Highlights of the rodeo were the Muttin Bustin race and the Wild Horse race. The rest of the rodeo included calf roping, bull riding, barrel racing, and bronc riding. Muttin Bustin involves children under the age of eight clinging to sheep. The child that stays on the longest wins. These sheep had been sheered so there wasn’t much to hang on to. The whole race is over in a matter of seconds, but it’s exciting to watch. The horse race includes teams of three. Each team is handed a long rope tethered to a haltered horse. As soon as the gate opens the team is required to subdue the horse, saddle it, ride it to the other end of the arena, remove the saddle and run the saddle back to where they started. There were four teams competing. One team actually 
succeeded.

           Every rodeo has to have a clown!

And the bull riders!

And barrel racers!

Several charity raffle functions are run throughout the rodeo. One is a 50/50 raffle. Tickets costing $1@ or 6 for $5. We didn’t buy any, but the rest of our group did. The pot at the end totaled $1500 and was won by one of our group. She walked away with $750 for a $10 purchase. Not bad!

Festivities continued on into the night with a street dance and live music. Same main street closed down for the night. Some of us attended, most of us crashed, including me. The whole was repeated on Saturday. None of us attended the rodeo, except the couple that slipped in for the horse race at the end.

This morning we all leave Ten Sleep. We’ll be heading to Lander to visit with our daughter and her family.