Hey, didja miss me? Well, I’m back, so this week’s RH will once again be suitable for wrapping fish or kindling a cozy fire (but who needs “cozy” when its 90 degrees outside?).
We’ve been pretty much hanging around Larimer County the past 18 months, and confining our travels to same. (Probably not much different than you.)
Our youngest son Kelly, and his family live in northern Wyoming, near Sheridan, in Big Horn. We love to visit them, but haven’t made the trip in nearly two years. We broke the spell last week, and along with our considerable family here in town, drove in caravan to Big Horn.
As a privilege of old age, the kids are petrified that I may consider making the drive on my own (with my favorite wife at my side) and insist that we ride along with them.
We did.
It’s about a five-hour drive, not all that stressful for once you pass Cheyenne northbound, the traffic becomes not an issue, so if you might pass something that could be classified as scenery, you have time to check it out.
Kelly and Cindy have a nice spread, a lovely home on about two acres of land, abutting a couple of nice cattle ranches. There are herds of small white tail deer, and a truckload or two of wild turkeys that inhabit the area, and one has to be on the lookout while driving, because it’s pretty easy to collide with a critter.
The ladies in the group chose to go to Sheridan and shop, while us menfolk opted to take Kelly’s truck and head up into the Big Horn Mountains that form the western border of the valley. The views from the top are usually spectacular, but there, as here, they are dealing with lots of smoke from forest fires, and other than our family, there wasn’t much to see.
The first evening, Kelly and Cindy outdid themselves and prepared a beautiful steak dinner for us all, then we sat out on the patio and talked, and listened to Kelly and our son Mike’s wife, Dottie, and Kelly’s daughter sing. It was beautiful.
It had cooled considerably by sundown, and we were soon wrapped up — to stay at room temperature.
We were having a wonderful time, and suddenly things quieted down as someone else approached our group. Sharon and I had our backs to the new arrivals, but there was a gasp of surprise as they were recognized. It was then that Sharon and I had a look at the newbies.
It was Sharon’s younger brother, Greg, and his wife Renae, who had driven over from Lindon, Utah, to surprise Sharon.
It was a wonderful surprise. Sharon was stunned, and so was I. The tears flowed and, believe me, they were tears of joy for Greg has been dealing with some serious health problems and yet made the trip.
To add to the fun, Greg has a wonderful voice, and soon we had a full fledged concert on our hands. We loved it.
The next day, more fun and a repeat the next evening under the stars.
When we broke up, there were a few more tears, but everyone made it home safely.
It was a trip to remember.
