Midmorning Bourbon

Night of the Super Moon

The group blooper!

Lightnin’ McDuff’s tribute to Percy Bysshe Shelley’s romantic poem “Ozymandias”

Leaving the Aspens behind we head south.

Bill’s Hello Goodbye moment

Where the buffalo roam.

Nothing like the smell of fresh trout in the morning.

Can you find both old geysers in this picture?

The men folk set out early the next morning on a two mile hike in the wilderness to Cascade Lake. On the way we were

Land of the Free and the home of the Grizz!

Bilbo had reached nirvana, that final transcendent sate of Bilboism. He was able to tour the museum dedicated to his heroes of yore. Walking the

South Pass here in the s

Although Bent’s Old Fort was closed for repairs we stopped and walked around the outside under some dark clouds. When open the Fort has docents

We stopped for out first night at Black Mesa State Park, an oasis in the Oklahoma panhandle and home to a very large Western Flycatcher

We stopped in Boise, Oklahoma just before we reached Black Mesa State Park. Here on the night of 5th July 1943 a B-17 crew flying

Bill in front of the “1809” steam engine that was built in 1906.

Where it all begins: The Garden of Eden. We take the first bite of that forbidden fruit … wanderlust. Walking the manicured paths of the

Upon the realization that Uncle Bill had never been to Yellowstone National Park Rebecca and I sprang into trip planning action to remedy this sad