It was a trip west into my dad's country, the high Bighorn Basin west of Buffalo, Wyoming. After a failed attempt to ride up a muddy, snowy road, after a trip up to Hyattville, where Dad grew up and where his ashes now rest, after successful ride and a long hike in and an overnight stay, brother Jess and I arrived at Lake Solitude, where Dad's dad took him, and where Grandpa Sidney's dad Tude took young Sid. So now I've been there, and I'll be back. I've got a picture of me at the lake; this one is of West Ten Sleep Lake, where we fished after giving up on the first climb. More about all that later. A good day, with calls from two kids, a tribute to the father-in-law, and some good work.
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