Western Digs

When we arrived at the "Box R", we were shown to our cabin. They were split into 2 cabins, Liza and I on one side, and Jamie, a 28 year old from San Francisco, who was spending a month traversing Wyoming. She had some great stories and stayed until Wednesday evening.



All the cabins were given cutesy little names, I guess to make up for the mouse traps scattered throughout. Ours was Bounding Buck, guess they knew we were coming.

Later the owner of the Ranch showed Liza and I around. Now, I try very hard not to judge people. You know how when you don't know someone, you aren't sure if they suffer from speech impediments, or muscle spasms. Well Irv was in his late 60's so then you don't know if age has something to do with his malfunctions, maybe thrown from one too many horses or took a hoof on the frontal lobe. Then you get closer and realize it's just good old Jack Daniels. Holy Moly. He wasn't suffering from Muscular Dystrophy, just blasted, not a good first impression.



By now it was 6:00 and dinner was right around the corner. The call came in the manner of 2 huge dinner bells rung so you could here them in Montana. Yes, I am wearing headphones.
They set us up mess hall style, 2 long tables, serve yourself buffet style, so much for my diet this week.