It's Better in Wyoming.

For me, the sign of a good weekend is a moose sighting. It's not the chance to spend a relaxing, long weekend with dad, or the free music at the Oyster Ridge Music Festival, or the amazing sky on our ride back over the Snowies, or the really fantastic visitor center at Fossil Butte, or even the tasty tasty gas-station cheddar dog. I'm lucky to be able to take so many things for granted, and lucky to find satisfaction in simple things. I will say, the music at Oyster Ridge didn't seem as interesting and fun as it's been in the past, and I missed the shandies and cribbage of my last trip there.  But all in all, it was a great weekend.  As always, my photos of the trip are random--I ended up with no pictures of the festival itself, but captured a couple other cool things. Here's Dad at the turnoff south of Saratoga, before we rode up into the clouds, on our way back to Laramie.   Against the odds, we didn't get rained on. A view of Bear Lake.  

My house, it's been under construction.  Happily, the current project is nearing completion.  Here's the "before" image: And here's the "after": This project solves a series of issues.  The asbestos siding is now encapsulated.  The non-visible/non-useful bathroom window is now covered.  The east and south foundation is now protected from water damage.  The slope in the front has been regraded for positive drainage.  The color is no longer Grandma Yellow. Next up: bringing the front yard back to life (perhaps with some wildflower landscaping rather than another attempt at seeding grass).  Also coming soon: cork floor in the kitchen. It's already great in Wyoming, and still getting better. Little by little, all the time.