Goodbyes are hard

On Tuesday morning, as the sun blazed over the Kaycee hills, spilling onto the prairie, I drove south toward the airport, the Big Horns in my rear view. As ready as I was to get back into a schedule and my own bed, I felt the familiar sadness that accompanies leaving my hometown. Though I haven't lived there for over a decade and I get to visit only way too seldom, it still seems like home to me.
These are my two traveling companions. One of them is old enough to need a fishing license! They liked hearing about my A&W days as a high schooler. This is the A&W at Wheatland.

Here's baby Keegan again. He's just the cutest! It doesn't seem all that long ago that his mother was this size--now she's carting around a new baby and all the responsibilities of adulthood. I'm quite proud of her, in case you can't tell.
I'm pretty proud of how Mariah is growing up, too. Here she is doing crafts with Madison and Makayla. It was her idea to buy the stuff (with money she earned) and take it up to the mountains for the girls. All you had to do was say the word and they were all over her with impish grins, begging to make something else. We all got several pipe cleaner bracelets, made in colors for every occasion. They also had fun making animals and creating inspiring works of art with stickers.Some of you might recognize this place. For those that don't, it's a wonderful restaurant to find breakfast called Pistol Pete's. All over Wyoming, it's expected that the heads of deer, elk, antelope and moose are mounted and displayed on the walls. This creature must have been hunted and captured before I was born.

As for Katie and my Dad, those will have to be blogs for another day. I'm still waiting on some pictures and they are stories of their own. More later!