We arrived home last Thursday night, passing up the opportunity to return to Pagosa Springs to join my cousins at the RV park. It was a good thing, too--we had another shredding tire right north of Pueblo, CO. We drove into the Sam's parking lot to get gas, and there was a tire place right next door. So now we have 3 new tires to take us on our next trip. We are just thankful that we made it safely without blowouts. While in Wyoming, we took a short camping trip with Mandy and family at their favorite place to camp. It is about 2 hours west of Laramie (less if the crow flies) at about 8300 ft. in altitude. It is a national forest campground with no conveniences except a nice outhouse. It was peaceful and quiet. We now have a screened shelter that we can set up to be free from the bugs, and we all played Mexican Train inside there. The grandkids like to go exploring in the woods there. On Saturday everyone but me went to a lake to fish. But this picture doesn't look like Doug was doing much fishing, does it?
Anyway, the scenery was beautiful, and the sleeping was good in the cold nights. We are glad to be back to our nice bed, though. And by the way, we don't have 20 barn swallows roosting on our porch; they seem to have disappeared. They did leave a lot of evidence of their past residence, however.