High of 60, very windy, sunny, but lots of smoke from the Elk fire.
The smoke over the Bighorn Mountains. Downtown has kind of an apocalyptic look with the smoke.
We went to King's Saddle and Rope store and museum. This is the store. It is totally packed with everything a cowboy might need and more. John was surprised to see a giraffe in a saddle shop.
John in the saddle museum. The lady said there are least 500 saddles there. An amazing museum stuffed to the gills with exhibits.
Art, Cowboy cafe and items seen in the saddle museum. A work bench for a couple who did leather work.
I liked all the tools exhibited. A sheep wagon in the museum. See the bear on the right side.
From the balcony. The left side is all cowboy boots and the top right side is all cowboy hats. Smokey sun in the campground when we got back around 330 pm.
Beginning of sunset. Sunset with smoke.
On our way to our next stop John was turning around. Not enough room, the truck was at a right angle behind the bus, but John got it unhooked and we were on our way. I got to drive the truck! Our destination for the night.
We are parked at a 'BoonDocker's Welcome 'site. We get to camp for free at peoples houses. But they had a power hook up, so we paid $10. Not back. Nice log cabin outside of Sundance, Wyoming. I finished this basket. I meant to make a small basket, but this one expanded. It is 9 1/2 x 9 1/2 x 2 1/2 inches, It is made from dyed pine needles, glass beads, metal beads, polyester thread and the center is a piece of dichroic glass I fused, beveled and polished with a raven in it.
Our camp spot for the night. View of our campsite from above.
This small buck was hanging around, apparently he had been raiding the garden. I went for a bike ride and came upon this cemetery.
Cool head stone. Many very old graves here. There was so much lichen I could not read it.
I love reading the inscriptions on older headstones. These men sounded like fine upstanding citizens. Frank was a miner and rancher of quiet manner strictly honest and Henry was a good , jovial and noble father-always look on the bright side. A family plot.
The road I was biking on. There is smoke in the air here too, probably from the same fire in the Bighorns. View from the bus.
Sunset.
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