I think it was around 5:30 when we left our cabin, and all was quiet and dark for a long time. Then, some big excitement at daylight when this cute little feller was across the creek which paralleled the road. We watched him for a good long while, marveling that we got to see the elusive black bear (brown?) at the very last possible moment!
Finally got a picture of the hundreds of calves at one of the massive feedlots we passed in Nebraska. Impressive.
Lots of snacks and a few movies made for a happy bunch as we flew along home.
So good to go; so good to come home.
And yet, like Tori’s new t-shirt says - - - The mountains are calling, and I must go…
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