The Friday before Labor Day, we packed up all of the crap that we're been saving, salvaging, scrounging and buying and headed up to Wyoming for the first adventure on the property. We've been calling it Red Spring Ranch as a play on one Japanese pronuciation of our German last name.
Our house and garage are now EMPTY!!! of everything dome and pyramid and building related, except for the paper models. (Didn't know we had that much room here : )
We braved I-25 at 3pm and fought our way out of Colorado, dodging accidents (including one really bad rollover) and countless stupid drivers. After a couple quick stops for food and caffeine, we got into Rawlins around 7:30pm and headed right out to the land. Dusk hit while we were enroute and the evening critter parade started. By the time we got out to the ranch, we'd dodged 2 deer, a few mice and countless rabbits.
Then we missed our driveway. A lot. For an hour. The land is very overgrown, and even though there is a dirt track, it can be difficult to find even in the daytime, even knowing it's there. We were in the AO, we knew that, but it was a sliver moon and our headlights didn't do jack for the sides of the road. (And the wife is just about night-blind, even with her glasses and a flashlight.) Jeff finally went exploring off road and found it, but there was no way we could get ourselves on the property without serious issues, so back to town we went to find a place to crash and hopefully get some sleep before heading out again.
BTW, Mom, the Hampton Inn in Rawlins is really nice!
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