Craving a bit adventure, we threw caution and tomatoes to the wind last month.
We ate birthday cake under a spotlit Mt. Rushmore.
Saw oil rigs on a dusty plain.
Wound our way over some mountains (the Big Horns).
And under others (the Absaroka).
Communed with the past in many different ways.
And played with nature.
Always a new day experiencing something bigger than us.
And a few things that reminded us very much of home.
Sometimes I just had to pinch myself. It was all too amazing.
But we're all glad we're home. Thanks to the family who hosted us on our way.