I didn't want to hog too much of my wife's story with my sheep hunting exploits, because I can talk sheep hunting all day, but I ended up putting a grueling stalk on a beautiful ram who spotted me at the last minute. 8 hours of climbing and hiking and side-hilling came down to 2 seconds when I pulled my gun up on the fly and shot too low. One of my hunting partners did get a sheep, though, and my other buddy took a caribou so I got plenty of opportunity to haul heavy packs across the tundra for a few days. I think I might even lose a toenail or two, which is a good sign that we earned our dinner.
Thank you all so much for the kind words of advice and encouragement. I am printing off the posts so Ann can read them, which she hasn't had a chance to yet, and I am getting started on waxing the top of the trailer tonight. I got a tutorial on retracting the awning
this afternoon and spent a few more minutes sitting on the couch in the living wing of the Casita
just soaking it in.
The leaves have started turning colors and falling here so it will be time soon to pull out the ubiquitous blue tarp and drag it over the egg. Aspen trees here have very acidic leaves and stain everything that is left under them black. Anyway, it's too soon for that. We are heading out over Saturday and Sunday on the maiden family voyage and will be spending time naming the Casita
then as well. More soon!