Campy

Picture this confidence, Gold

Normally you'd have to bribe me with something or else I'd take the following information to the grave. Only for you and just today this will give you a peek at a most fun place on our mother earth. I hit the GPS unit along my four wheeling camp adventure within Wyoming's Roaring Fork Creek. We had the pleasure of getting to an elevation of 8888 feet on the 8th month of our year oh eight. The swimming was cool but not cold, every person (plus horses) we saw and/or met was there for one reason JOY. An hour away from my crib and you'll find me bouncing in the backwoods like an all American girl should.

Did I forget to call this post YeHAW?!

Stay tuned for future picture post.*

Map credit and creation via les Osiers.

Coal from Santa? Not Cool

Gotta give it to Russia today, way to distract the world from China's artistic contribution by destroying *certain restrictions may apply Georgia while we all get distracted by games originally designed to take a break from war. I think calling Putin a party pooper is about the least someone from my neighborhood could contribute. Well the education of modern changes continues, but it will in no way force me to ignore the amazing win by the Americans last night for a thrilling end to the relay swimming competition. Way to go guys!
If you, dear reader find time, carve out some Olympic event watching while stretching like a yoga cat. I may be forced to resurrect a treadmill in front of these deeply moving events.
Game on.

Tiz Moi

n dat was yesterdeh

The Fall of the Sinks

See the previous post for the three quarter mile later rise story.

Go Fish. In this pictures case Rainbow Trout and the ever slimy German Browns.

Where I Roll, Sinks Canyon

Yesterday we drove South to a great place called Sinks Canyon. A long horned sheep met us pretty closely to the front gate, and aside from one scraped knee it was a day of simple nature based plus family visiting enchantment. I obviously made the most of our outing by insisting that we return again today where we continued upon a wave of energy and discovery excitement.
One of my favorite quiet moments was anything but as the voices of water sang and I waded into her cool clean graceousness. I was mezmorized by the triple bubbling rush over a rock that sprang out and through me more deafining than any high tech surround sound could. Again that's obvious, when you go from reliance on "sterio" to the depth and experience of our outdoors, especially in Wyoming *gushes with pride*, well it hits one that the creativity of life is beloved. The gang had a ball and here are more pictures of today. On a side path, I got lost or turned around for a short period of time and it's rare as my inner compass is usually keen, but no matter that's why we travel in a literal pack. Family, I've got your back.