This morn Darryl and Judy met me at Uncle Wally’s and laid plains for the day. They showed me the BLM site near town that they had found, and the dump location. I went over for a lunch later after relocating to the new and quiet location. No more rumbling trucks until midnight. But frankly, I have gotten to where I could sleep in a tornado, but the nice rain last eve did help mask a lot of noise, pitter patter on the roof.
You remember Darryl and Judy, the ones that talked me into buying a scooter and then promptly bought a Tracker? Oh well, nice folks just the same. Tomorrow morn Darryl and I are going on a scoot ride, maybe another this weekend. They are work camping at minimum wage plus RV parking in Cody and, typically for them, enjoying every minute.
There is a huge museum here, apparently large enough that the ticket is good for two days so that persons with half-day legs can attend it for two days. I do not know what the focus is, but could it be: a) Roy Rogers; b) Slim Pickens; c) Buffalo Bill Cody. Hint: The museum name is Buffalo Bill Historical Museum.
Annie is having a terrible time, stomach-wise. I think it is the heat. Without going into details, just take my word that it is unpleasant for me also. Since Barth a/c is out of commission, I cannot even give her relief by going to a RV park. A dilemma. Jez, I hope Yellowstone is cooler!Tags: Cody WY