the wine and booze flowed far too well. we even ventured into town to visit the local bar, "ponderosa" where i quickly feel into love with the cowboys. their voices were amazing, and at one point i think we asked cowboy "roy/burell/kyle" if he would read us the phone book. he declined. you can just about imagine the looks we got walking into a bar full of cowboys and "towns folk". but most nights we just settled into the cabin for a long night of conversation and alcohol.
we hiked around devils tower and discovered all about it's history. it's fascinating to know how it came to shape and what the native americans beliefs surround the area. the weather was perfect, and at one point we were all sunbathing on rocks.
the drive home was a doosey. i almost ran us out of gas and we entered the worst driving conditions i've ever encountered. the highways closed and we spent another night together in dawson, mn. the picket fence motel is not a place i would voluntarily spend another night in. we finally arrived safely back in minnesota early tuesday morning. i was THRILLED to see my little men.
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