I heard temperatures have been over 100 degrees in some parts of the country the last couple of days. But at 9,000 feet in the Wind River range, it got down to 22 degrees Friday morning producing a large amount of frost on leaves that while still green aren’t going to be for long. I remember about 30 years ago spending a long Alaska winter night in a tent when it got down to some 30 below zero. By comparison, Friday’s 22 degrees seems quite balmy but is still about as daring as I care to get these days. I’m not saying I couldn’t still survive a colder night without some sort of heater, just that I don’t want to have to. Must be getting old.
An abstract view of the grandstand seats at the Wilsall rodeo grounds. It’s kind of funny that they even bothered to label the seating sections. It’s hard to imagine a reserved seat event at a venue like that.
A couple of ravens out for a stroll along the beach. At least I think they’re ravens rather than crows, hard to tell for sure. If you believe the claim that crows hop while ravens walk then they must be ravens. But there doesn’t seem to be much consensus that that adage is really true.