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Day 6 - Greybull, Wyoming to Sheep Mountain to Basin, Wyoming

Morning Wake Up
That morning we awoke nice and dry in our motel room surroundings. There was no nip in the air, no rush of stream water, or no crackling of burning twigs to start-up the morning campfire. Instead there was the smell of a hotel room industrially disinflected for our sleeping pleasures. Time to get outta this place and get back the tenting life.

A Breakfast to Remember
Well, since we were in the big city of Greybull, why not live it up and get a big western breakfast at the Wagon Wheel Restuarant right next door. The Wheel was packed this morning and choked with the smell of coffee cutting through the haze of cigarrette smoke. We got a table for the nine of us and proceeded to wait for the waitress. About forty-five minutes later she took our order. Glad we weren't in a hurry to get anywhere. Cooky speculated that if we were from New York City, we'd abin gripping after the first couple of minutes and just have walked out.

Some Big Bad Hombres
Now, we could not help but notice that out in the parking lot were some muddy 4x4's with signs on the sides that said "Jurrasic Digs". And looking around at the other tables, we tried to spot the likely owners of these vehicles. The likely table was where the most cigarrette smoke originated and the most coffee was being consumed. We tried to look out of the corner of our eyes cause they looked like a bunch of tough Hombre's. A few of them looked like bikers; but one looked rather clean cut so he must have been the boss and everybody else bodyguards or hired-out soldiers of fortune.

"Excuse Me Kind Sirs, Could You Please..."
Well, old Memphis-slim was going to go ask them guys if they were the owners of the trucks and where a fella could go find some dinosaurs to dig up. But Cooky got all nervous and said that seemed to be too direct an approach and besides, those Hombre's wouldn't tell you a thing cause 1), they look too mean and 2), this area must be their backyard, and 3), if they knew anything it would be a secret. So we debated how to approach these gentlemen without getting the brush-off, and what to say and such less we embarrass ourselves with our unsunburnt appearance and freshly showered bodies. It came down to deciding that Bill was the biggest and meanest looking amongst us, so we elected him to be the group spokeman.

As it turned out, while the rest of us waited for breakfast, Bill and Cowpoke struck-up the conversation and found out that they make their living taking people out to privately leased land to dig bones. So we negotiated a fairly reasonable deal for all of us, which included a full day with lunch and beverage provided, and it really didn't cost any more than what we would have spent going to an amusement park, and sounded a whole lot more educational and fun. They arraigned to pick us up the next morning at 7:00 am for the days adventure.