It's a chilly morning here in northern Wyoming. Just 17 degrees. Burrr.
Grandpa gave the boys a ride to school this morning. They didn't even fight with me to take their bikes.
Yesterday I visited with a friend who lives further out in the country but still within the boundaries of this little town. Down a winding dirt road...
The view of the Pryor Mountains from her home is breathe-taking! What pretty country it is there. Her black angus cows were grazing in the pasture with the foothills in the horizon and snow capped mountains further off.