And it goes like it goes...

The bossman stepped it up a notch or two--wait, he kicked it up into [CENSORED] high gear and put us into I must say the finest ride I've ever seen this side of the Rockies (have to switch Mountain ranges / rivers depending on location). Thanks to all the hard work of my little boilermaker man, we are now traveling in style with a new rig and a new outlook on the full timer life. Our last few weeks here in the cowboy state have been filled with plenty of sunshine and outdoor activities. We did find time to move ourselves over to the campground closer to town and the power plant which is much better on the diesel bills--and now we can enjoy dog agility trials and horse shows right across the street! Between a long drive over the Big Horn Mountains to visit Grant & Jessi in Powell, we also managed to "encounter the tower"---that would be Devil's Tower for any Spielberg illiterates. The dry, dusty air hasn't been friendly to the allergies but we put on a brave face and played a few games of tennis and hit up the bowling alley again, this time with some partners in tow! Grant and Jessi were our honored guests this week, and we entertained them with dining and fun festivities at the High Plains campground. With one weekend keeping us inside for two days, we became instant Scrabble champions...the bossman surprising us with the imaginative ability to create words that we weren't quite sure existed--but he was able to back up with the handy use of his dictionary.

Dolly continues to enjoy her time spent beneath the Russian Olive as we hope to maneuver ourselves into the new rig sometime this week and venture farther west to the Tetons for a reunion with Yellowstone and The Inn on the Creek.



bless the child of a workin' man, she knows too soon who she is
and bless the hands of a workin' man, he knows his soul is his...
so it goes like it goes
like the river flows, and time it rolls right on
and maybe what's good gets a little bit better
and maybe what's bad gets gone