This is how it used to look.
Sunday
You can see Bill and Marge’s farm from the freeway. We didn’t stop to visit with them when we passed Wheatland today, but we watched as we went by and spotted Bill on his tractor in the field. We honked enough that Bill recognized us and waved. We drove south from Douglas, Wyoming to Longmont, Colorado. Douglas is home to the Jackalope. I didn’t get a picture of one while we were there, but I found this one on the internet. We’re set up for a week at St Vrain State Park, close to Becky and family.
travel day
A long and winding road today. We’re in Douglas, Wyoming tonight. Wilson’s Phalaropes in the farm pond. A parting shot from Yellowstone. Sylvan Lake on the way out the east entrance.
Yellowstone
Two weeks in Yellowstone. Time to move on. Two weeks was not enough. I want another month.
Trip report
Generally I don’t write about politics. If I did, tonight’s report would be about the Democratic Convention this week and Barack Obama tonight. I would gush about a defining moment in our nation’s history. A turning point. A campaign of hope and vision; intellect and empathy. We watched the acceptance speech. We applauded. We were moved. We watched the commentary. It got late. We stayed up and watched the speech again when they reran it. We didn’t want to let the moment go. We don’t want to impose our political interests on you so I won’t go on and on. We’ll just make a contribution to the Obama campaign instead.