Leaving the national parks behind we made our way towards Canada stopping at Grand Falls, Montana. This small town holds an amazing museum devoted to Charlie Russell, the Cowboy Artist. This artist and Remington pretty much define Western art.
I picked up an unusual piece - a gourd dyed the color of the red rocks so typical of the West beaded with semi-precious stones around the neck opening. It's ambiance, to me, is the essence of what I felt as I traveled through the ever changing yet same landscapes.
We headed North, making our way to Sweetwater, the border point that accepts imported vehicles. Once there, anticipating problems due to stories heard, Andy was a bundle of nerves fumbling his cell phone, dropping it and shattering the glass. That was the greatest mishap/problem we encountered.
We headed to Antelope Creek Ranch. There we met Neal Wilson the manager of the ranch. We spent a lovely evening with he, Shannon and their two boys - Boyd and Reed. I discovered two type of swallows who were acrobatic in their consumption of mosquitos. There is the Cliff swallow which creates a mud-dabbled nest and the Barn swallow with the sharp forked tail. Next day Neal gave us a tour of the ranch.
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