March 18th, the day of departure from Wyoming. It was a windy raw day. I was pleased to see the Canadian geese on the icy pond even as the storm rolled down from the mountains.
We stopped in Riverton for a late lunch as snow began to fall. Pebbles in her trailer is behind the motor home. Old Snort'n Nort'n was hauling the heavy van with oddments piled on the body of the truck.
Son Howard pulled his horse trailer loaded with J's tools behind the red Dodge. It was a grueling trip through three days of blizzard and high winds which battered the vehicles and our nerves.
J. and nephew Matt supervise Howard in putting up the new mailbox.
A neighbor stopped to introduce himself and stayed to talk with the men as they worked on the mailbox.
This was taken a week ago before the weather warmed up.
Pebbles needs a beauty treatment but J. hasn't found time to give her a good currying.
Our old welcome sign is a bit the worse for wear, but one of the men put it right up on the garage.
The existing weathervane has an Amish buggy.
One of the first things J. did was buy a tractor!
A misty morning with one of the Cardinals in a shrub outside the dining room window.
The cats have several new species of birds to admire.
