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Day 6 Continued
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After breakfast, we decided to pickup some things in Greybull. Bill needed a new pair of jeans so some of us went to Probst's Western Wear for that detail. Over at a photocopy shop, Reynold spotted an old timer who was making some color photocopies of a picture he had taken just a few days ago. It showed a funnel cloud over by the gypsum plant that appeared to touch down. Everybody was saying that it was most unusual weather. |
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For lunch we went to a the City Park along the levee bordering the Big Horn River. At the park was a fenced-off area with the remains of a stone fireplace where some of the first settlers homesteaded in Greybull. Unfortunately, we did not have time to visit the Greybull Museum, but had heard very good things about it. | |
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Standing atop the levee, it appeared the water had gone down significantly since yesterday. The luncheon affair consisted of a choice of balogna or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We tossed the foxtail and football around, then we walked along the levee and Cooky found a brick that said Basin, Wyoming on it. He kept that for a souvenir. | |
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After about an hour or so or running around the park, we decided the weather looked good enough to go back to Sheep Mountain. Once we got past the gypsum plant where the pavement ended, there were some fairly good mudholes in the road, so we parked the a car and just took the two 4x4's about a half-mile further where some outcrops were available for a good backstop for target practice. | |
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The kids spent a good deal of time setting off the fireworks that they bought in Buffalo. Mostly blowing up ant hills. We also spent an hour target practicing with the pistols (Photo 1, Photo 2), and a few hours just hiking around. Soon the lawn chairs started coming out and we started a fire (Photo 3, Photo 4, Photo 5). Cooky and friends started up the stove and placed a big pot of beans and franks (Photo 6). That was dinner. We sat and ate as the sun got lower in the horizon. Long shallow crept over the hogbacked terraine (Photo 7). The siloutte of lone cowboy was spotted moving along the horizon (Photo 8). Perhaps an apparition, or maybe the High Plains Drifter? Finally, darkness was complete as the cool night air made a contrast to the residual heat of the sandy ground at our feet. One final stare into the warm glowing coals (Photo 9) and then it was time to put out the fire and get over to Basin to set up camp. |
At the campground in Basin, as we were setting up the tents, we could hear a noisy engine that seemed to be traveling around. Then we spotted it, it was a crew driving a old Dodge powerwagon with a fog generator on the back fumagating the town. Because of the flooding, we assumed there was health concerns with the mosquitos or something. We went in our tents before the chemical fog got over to us.
There was no rain that evening and everybody staid dry except Cooky. He had set up his tent too close to the U.S. Post office and at 4:00 A.M. their water sprinkler came on and started shooting water onto his tent. Not that there needed to be any watering done with all the rainfall during the past week. Cooky ended up running over to the sprinkler and putting a skillet on top of it, and that solved the problem.
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