Heading to Cody

Left Billings, MT and are back tracking to Cody,WY. When we left Yellowstone to go to Billings to have our generator fixed, we were bummed we didn’t go to Cody. So, we said what the heck, we have no solid plans, let’s turn around. Our kids don’t think we are ever coming home anyway, so let's go back West. The drive was so cool. We were fantasying about the old Wild Wild West days where the cowboys were roaming the West in search of the bad guys. The bad guys would try, that’s right try, to take the good guys out. We saw the hills and rocks they would hide behind to take cover, waiting for the right time to attack. We saw where they would make camp for the night in the low areas next to a lonely tree near a stream. In the distance, dust flying in the air, Indians! Indians were on the way. Luckily, they were friendly warriors. The Cowboys and the Indians smoked a peace pipe and together they would go forth in search of the bad men who would try to hurt this land of ours. They knew it would be a long hard ride to the East, to Washington, DC. But they knew the just would concur over the unjust. For this is the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave, governed for the People by the People, and Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness would forever reign!

Oh Yeah – Cody. We quickly got set up at the Buffalo Bill State Park directly on the Buffalo Bill Reservoir where we are surrounded by mountains.         Oh this place is gorgeous – mountains, water, a town near by, dry air, and open spaces.  This is one of only a few places on this trip that I thought I could live. I felt that immediately up arrival to the area. A few houses nestled in at the base of a mountain overlooking the water.         I could see my house there. A campfire was in order when the sun was setting.   This was a beautiful night. The stars, oh the stars and the Milky Way!  It is so dark here. Not like dark at home where there are street lights burning and lights shinning through windows of homes.  No, dark, real dark. Where the only light is from the moon. The stars shined and twinkled, down to the horizon, filling the sky with light. Truly filling the sky. I never saw as many stars as I did on this clear, cool September night in Wyoming.