I was hoping for, and kind of expecting, clear skies for my first week of off-season. Wyoming weather, much like my beloved Texas, has a mind of its own. We desperately needed the moisture; I'll not complain too much.
There is nothing to say I can't cook (bison chili and biscuits for me, sweet potato treats for Maggie Rose), organize yet again my tiny place, and work out like a crazy woman.
The view is spectacularly beautiful every day.
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