Stuff

The gastopod search each evening has gone about as far as it needs to go.

There were a lot of people not able to make it in the disc tourney earlier this year so they got together and had their own tournament a week or two agao and gave me this shirt.

There is a battle raging every evening in the cliffs to the south of the lodge. I can't get close enough to see who it is but it appears a golden eagle has set up a nest in the cliffs and seven ravens are not happy about it. Two ravens buzz the nest every evening trying to get the golden eagle to come out while five more wait at various locations on the cliff face to ambush the golden eagle if it comes out to do battle.

Teresa and I went to the rodeo last Friday and it was the most packed I've ever seen it. Probably 500 people. Just little bit of room at each end of the beathers and the rest was taken. The competition is nice but I enjoy the opening ceremonies the most because it's so rare. There was a prayer, somebody sang America the Beautil, a cowgirl on a horse rode around the arena several times with the American Flag and nobody took a knee.