Just because I detailed some of the hazards of the road in my previous post, don’t get the idea that I didn’t enjoy it. In fact, after Heather learned to roll down my window whe we slowed down, I had all kinds of fun sticking my nose out and sniffing what this country is all about. It was interesting. One day I was herding buffalo…
The next day it was cows. We rounded ’em up in the Black Hills, and not a moment too soon. Within a half hour the sky turned as black as the hills and a sudden and torrential rainstorm drove us from the road. The cattle were home by then.
Heading west, nearly every afternoon brought a spectacular sunset in the western skies.
We drove and walked through high desert and high mountain passes. (No large lakes or ocean, though, as I refuse to walk near waves.)
I loved those wide-open spaces. It’s nice to be home, but I’m ready to hit the road again.