We went to Buffalo Bill State Park, just 4 miles up the road. The Buffalo Bill Dam makes a huge recreational reservoir in a mountain valley. There are many campgrounds and people boat and fish. The shoreline is mostly rocky and steep, but we found a few places to swim. It was a hot afternoon and the cold water was a great way to pass the time. There was a lot of driftwood of all sizes and unimaginable shapes. We each took just one piece. I found an odd object floating with the driftwood. It was a tube about 10” long and an inch wide. Mostly old, weathered cork with a couple of inches of metal that was threaded with tightening rings. It was hollow inside with a core like the tube of a bic pen. “What on earth could it be?” I pondered. “Was it Buffalo Bills “tobacco” smoking paraphernalia?” I took it with to hopefully figure out the mystery in time.
Trinity found where she had seen people jumping off of rocks in to the water the day before and jumped off herself. She jumped five times with the local kids and climbed up the rock wall to get out. I chickened out.
Then we checked out the dam. It’s 350’ high. You can walk across the top of it. On one side the water is near the top, on the other there’s a huge canyon way down below. Truly worth more than the free admission and I got a free Wyoming map.
That evening I made a sarcastic picnic of deluxe bologna sandwiches and Coors…“the banquet beer”. Plus potatoe salad, the right kind of chips and fancy indoor s’mores; graham crackers with peanut butter, nutella and marshmallow fluff. They’re fast, easy and impressive.
We made a field trip out of the beer run to the drive-thru liquor store. It was the first time for both of us. “Can I get a 6 pack of Coors in the yellow can?“ “Yeah, we have that”. They we’re really nice and even gave Sebastian a dog bone.
We went to the city park in the middle of Cody. It was windy and looked like it might storm, but the cool air was good. The bus had been baking all day on the Wal Mart blacktop. It sprinkled a little, but not enough to damper the picnic. I played classical music on my cheep MP3 player speakers. Trinity wore a pretty dress. Sebastian ran in circles. It was a great moment in time. When it started to rain too much we went onto the stage of a big concrete band stand.
That night I pondered over Bill’s pipe. Trinity said, “do you think it has anything to do with fishing?” and I knew right away it was a fishing pole handle…I’m pretty sure anyway.
Trinity found where she had seen people jumping off of rocks in to the water the day before and jumped off herself. She jumped five times with the local kids and climbed up the rock wall to get out. I chickened out.
Then we checked out the dam. It’s 350’ high. You can walk across the top of it. On one side the water is near the top, on the other there’s a huge canyon way down below. Truly worth more than the free admission and I got a free Wyoming map.
That evening I made a sarcastic picnic of deluxe bologna sandwiches and Coors…“the banquet beer”. Plus potatoe salad, the right kind of chips and fancy indoor s’mores; graham crackers with peanut butter, nutella and marshmallow fluff. They’re fast, easy and impressive.
We made a field trip out of the beer run to the drive-thru liquor store. It was the first time for both of us. “Can I get a 6 pack of Coors in the yellow can?“ “Yeah, we have that”. They we’re really nice and even gave Sebastian a dog bone.
We went to the city park in the middle of Cody. It was windy and looked like it might storm, but the cool air was good. The bus had been baking all day on the Wal Mart blacktop. It sprinkled a little, but not enough to damper the picnic. I played classical music on my cheep MP3 player speakers. Trinity wore a pretty dress. Sebastian ran in circles. It was a great moment in time. When it started to rain too much we went onto the stage of a big concrete band stand.
That night I pondered over Bill’s pipe. Trinity said, “do you think it has anything to do with fishing?” and I knew right away it was a fishing pole handle…I’m pretty sure anyway.
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