I’m not in Wyoming any more… Ok, that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, but it’s true. I’m in Fort Collins, COLORADO! Megan and Tess decided to give me my Christmas/birthday presents early by bringing me down to all these people and all this traffic to pick out my custom cowboy hat!
I won that a loooonnnng time ago from Beef Magazine’s photo contest… And here I am FINALLY. Well, I go to Greeley tomorrow, tonight was just the journey across Wyoming with a couple of stops at Mountain Meadow Wool Shop in Buffalo, and a trip to Michael’s crafts.
Tonight we ate out at a recommended Italian place named Canino’s.
Tess had chicken parmesian…
Megan had the salmon…
I had herb crusted chicken with pinon nuts. Oh, my!
We all thought our meal was absolutely delicious… And we had to follow it with creme brule! I must admit, I haven’t had such a delicious meal in a long time.
We headed back to the motel through Friday night traffic right past Colorado State University’s campus… We may have made a few missed turns. We may have thanked God for a couple of church parking lots to turn around in. We may have been laughing so hard that tears came to my eyes!
We made it, and tomorrow, I will see what Greeley Hat Works has to offer!
Missing you, Toria!
A six horse hitch is leaving the home place. The barn is still the same, but there’s a few more buildings and a corral in this place now.
It all began with opening a door… as so many journeys do!
Remember when the humongous door fell off the shop when Daniel opened it??? and I was SO grateful that it didn’t hurt or kill him??? Well, we knew it was time for overhead doors. Easier to open and close, a tighter seal, and they wouldn’t blow open in high wind!
So there was a little framing to make an overhead door fit… then the electricity needed some work.
Then we talked insulation.
And framing it out with OSB.
And new windows instead of fiberglass.
Then the OSB overhead didn’t work so well, so we canned that idea… and went back to spray foam. Then we bought the windows. Then, holy cow! We were working hard!
Today, we call it “finished” although we need two more gallons of paint… and some gravel… What a difference!
For me, it was another day of spray painting the shop.
First thing, though, was the guys pouring a new concrete pad for the new garage door to land on. One end has always been dirt and gravel, and the new door needed a level landing spot, so they, with help from some of our hunters, poured a new little edge.
Needless to say, we had to sign the thing once it was all pretty, so four kids were rounded up and coached on what to do.
Somehow, I was chosen to help each kid lean over and press their hands into the wet concrete. I think they all did well. My kids’ handprints are scattered around as well, with quarters with the years of their births in one spot! Just another little prayer that this ranch continues into future generations.