Fresh air and sunshine: The Kendrick Golf Course in Sheridan. How is anyone supposed to return to D.C. after spending a few days in this?
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Hired hand: Next-door neighbor Paul took one look at Bill and saw "heavy lifter" written all over him.
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Up in the sky: About 20 minutes north of Sheridan you'll find U.S. 14 scaling the Bighorns on its way to Yellowstone. I think I see Canada.
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Deep blue: Sibley Lake, one of many nestled in the Bighorns. If we had been children, we'd have had no problem leaping into the frigid water, but with age comes wisdom.
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The babbler: Bill gets in touch with his inner Ansel Adams, alongside a creek near Sibley Lake.
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Dances With Nerds: At the Bighorns visitor center, Bill proves that few can resist the lure of a teepee (excuse me, tipi).
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Beer vision: For some reason, Bill was insistent we eat lunch here, the Bear's Den at the junction of U.S. 14 and U.S. 14A.
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High anxiety: The gorgeous Shell Falls, on the western slope of the Bighorns. Not pictured is JD, who was having her white-knuckled hands pried off the guardrail by a team of park rangers.
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Eat: Another dining hot spot, this one in Shell. Bill didn't seem to have much interest in stopping here.
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Terre battue: After turning around at Shell, we headed back up into the Bighorns, which look completely different yet equally impressive from the western side.
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All the King's horses (sorry): The window display at King Ropes in Sheridan. Whether you need ropes, horse-cleaning products or fine china, this is the place for you.
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Spurs optional: If you go to Sheridan without going to the Mint, be assured that the whole town is in there talking about you.
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Brief breather: JD takes up residence in Granddad's big leather chair, while Pauline checks out world news and senior-center menus in the Sheridan Press.
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More grease, anyone?: The Silver Spur Cafe is the epitome of a locals' diner, so we weren't at all offended when the jukebox screeched to a halt and everyone stopped talking and looked at us as we walked in.
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Heading home: The morning we left for Hulett and points east, we took this picture
with my mother and my grandmother. We didn't know it then, of course, but it was the
last time we'd see Pauline, who passed away seven months later. How fortunate
that we decided to make this trip and spend a few days with her, one last time.
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