From Denver to Cheyenne to Sheridan to Murdo to Sheridan again, for these past three weeks I’ve been in overdrive! It has been wonderful, but it is about over. If you’ve never driven through Wyoming and South Dakota, this is just a tiny bit of what you have missed. Today, back to Sheridan, Tuesday to Denver, Wednesday back to Mexico.
This has been a fabulous trip, but, yesterday I literally tripped and fell flat trying to take a photo in the middle of Main Street in my home town during its 100th birthday celebration––luckily after the parade! So, twisted ankle, swollen knee, wrenched back. Time to go back to a different home. My camera broke, so few pictures of people were retrievable, but in a day or so, I’ll have some stories to tell. Good news is, after two trips from the router guys who had to come 150 miles to do repairs, looks like my friend Mark’s motel has had its wifi problems taken care of.
It has been 50 years that I’ve been coming to these 5 year all-school reunions. In that time, the high school population has shrunk by half, down to 49 students, even though it has gone from being a town school to a county-wide school. Lots of energy still left judging by last night’s alumni dance–the floor mainly populated by young families and cowboys and cowgirls. Still a good representation by my class of 1965, but that is a story for a day when I don’t have to pack and be in the car in minutes. Bye, Murdo. See you again in five years.
Please click on the first photo to enlarge them all and see the true magnitude of these prairie views.