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IMG_2105Living on a ranch in rural Wyoming must be about as far from living in New York as you can get in terms of lifestyle. I love it. I love hearing pheasants in the field, seeing horses on the road, IMG_2108and I love the knowledge that Open Range still exists, even if in limited areas. I like the novelty of a gun safe down the hall and a 3 mile gravel road to the house. I’m not particularly fond of rattlesnakes in the yard or the abundance of insect life, but you can’t have everything, after all. But most of all I love waking up and finding nothing but the proverbial wide open spaces and scenery no words can describe.

IMG_2111Today, Karen and I headed down the aptly named Crazy Woman Canyon on a round-about way of getting to Buffalo. Karen at the wheel—thank goodness—we wound our way along the creek, tall walls of sculpted rock either side at times. At other moments, the gravel road dipped and coursed into narrow tracks, large pickups as well as ATVs squeezing past us in the other direction. It was an eighteen mile scenic tour for which my Honda was not made, but endured and survived. As did I.

Buffalo, of course, resonates with history. It played a part in the Johnson County War, as did Fort McKinney for which there is a marker outside of town, but earlier the town was a hub for those who came to ranch on the Powder River. The old Occidental Hotel still looks pretty much as it did in the day, bordello-like rooms available for rent, and a sign saying that those without luggage must pay in advance.

The three of us have plenty of luggage, and we are hauling it onwards tomorrow, sadly leaving ranch living behind.IMG_2113



FullSizeRender-4Way back when I was a child, there was a series I watched called ‘Rin Tin Tin.’   I recall an episode depicting a buffalo stampede about to crush the child star, Rusty, when suddenly a white buffalo appears on the hill and all action grinds to an immediate halt. Well, nowadays it doesn’t take a white buffalo. Any old buffalo will do. I know because the stampede of tourists to Yellowstone Park ground to a halt today for about an hour at the appearance of buffalo.

I was told recently that if you no longer stopped a car to photograph the moose inIMG_2038 Jackson, that’s when you were no longer a tourist. I may be nearing that point, although the abundance of wildlife out here still enthralls me. Luckily for us, we decided not to try to make Mammoth Hot Springs because just going the seventeen miles up to Canyon Lodge, past Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, Artist’s Point, Inspiration Point, the Mud Volcano and the Sulphur Caldron, AND Upper and Lower Falls, took us almost three hours—that did include photo stops, but still…IMG_2054

And then there was the interesting incident of the buffalo herd crossing the road, when one decided not to cross after all, but came straight down the lane to check out Cristal’s lovely blue nail color. Up close and personal.IMG_2041