Feeling Mutual on a Sunday Night

Evening has rolled in with all of its contentment and restful Sunday bliss.  Improving upon this silence takes effort.  After being prodded by an occasional reader, I just wanted to say that I am not as absent as my blog appears.  Part of my problem is that if I can't say it better than I did the first time... I'm OK saying nothing at all.

BUT, I do have tales in the hopper and trips planned which brim with promise.  As soon as I get some closure, I will have volumes to say about a scrape with Wyoming's own Wyatt Earp after being accomplice to a horse rescue on our last Windrivers pack trip.  I find good story in the experience with political implications about how the mis-application of law contributes to bad citizenship.  I'm pretty sure I'll be naming names...

My tolerant wife is committed to joining me and a couple of the kids for our annual pack trip in July--this time in the Uinta Wilderness.  I've spent enough tourist money in Wyoming for a while--both voluntarily and involuntarily.  Plus, I miss the  rich meadows at the foot of those bally peaks.  So, Longears and Sourdough lives, quietly, contentedly, on a Sunday night.