Ewww, a huge bruise on my calf.
Heidi, JamesO, Daddy & Ad in the Bogert Park pool
Caitlyn Stoen, state champion swimmer, giving Heidi some swimming tips.
On Thursday, I took the girls to swimming lessons and Marti and Brent stayed home with James. When I came home, we hung out for a while and then decided to go to Pickle Barrel for lunch. We had planned on floating the river that day, but it barely got up to 70-dgrees and it was cloudy all day. So instead, we decided to have a bonfire after dinner and make s'mores and homemade ice cream. We went down by the beach on the ranch and watched the sun set (at nearly 10pm). The river was higher, colder and muddier than it had been the week before, darn it. I guess we were really lucky to go when we did last week! (The International Flyfishing Federation Conclave is taking place this week in Livingston--cuz a river runs through it, doncha know--and my hotel is full of fishermen from all over the world--lots from Nova Scotia and Scotland--and they are all quite grumpy about the river being so muddy).
There was a wreck as we headed home and we couldn't see what happened. Here's an update for ya: A woman driving a Durango hit a piece of farm equipment (a wide load) going nearly 70mph on Mill Creek bridge about 2 miles from the ranch. She lived but they had to jaws-of-life her out of her truck after it rolled down the river bank. There was an environmental newsflash about toxic chemicals getting into the river from the damaged equiment the next day, too. Too bad!
Smiley James Ole (who waved for the first time at Brent)
Thanks for coming, Mayberrys! We LOVED having you and wish you could stay FOREVER! Come back soon and bring Ralphy on a Yellowstone adventure!