Woke up this morning to 5-10 inches of snow in Ft. Morgan, and then discovered that the train leaving town was four hours late. If that happens to us tomorrow, we won't leave until 1 AM on Saturday. Lovely.
On the other hand, if extra time means the chance to have a surprise visit from our Alaskan cousin, Gary, we'll take it. We enjoyed dinner, then headed over to Bill and Betty Baker's house, where Bill showed us his trophy room filled with bighorn sheep, deer, a big ol' brown bear, and a huge collection of Native American artifacts.
We've heard some fascinating stories this week, and all it took was asking a few questions of some friendly strangers. As much as I look forward to getting home, I will miss being around the people in this small town.
(From the top: Just some of the 61 trophies mounted in Bill Baker's trophy room; Bill sharing hunting stories with Gary Larsen, yours truly, and Greg Larsen; a big moose and Pastor Bullwinkle.)
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