We went to the bus on Saturday. It was a good trip. I think we saw close to 150 pronghorns. I was fantasizing about shooting a couple only to remember that my friend had shot one and said they taste pretty terrible. Look into the hills. With the trace snow, the prongs blend in beautifully. Click on the pictures if you can’t pick them out. They’re there. It’s almost like a Bev Doolittle painting.
In addition to our four kids, we brought along our nephew, Sam. We went hiking and he and my eldest boys and Sam stumbled upon something.
A rock. On top of a rock. On a hillside. A steep hillside. Oh, the joy.
You heard it here, folks. Had cavemen practice Leave No Trace methods, we’d have never come up with the wheel.
Mike, Oscar, Hotel…..out.