It has been a very busy, very long day so I must keep this short and turn off the light.

Being in bed at 9:00 feels pretty darn wonderful.

Our first stop this morning was the giant gift shop and cafe next to Custer Battlefield. This is when Banjo Man discovered the joy of shopping.

He bought books. And a wool blanket. He was so pleased.

I bought fun books about buffalos for Will’s second grade classroom. We will meet the little ones next week.

Fires in the Bighorns!

We took an unplanned detour to the town of Ucross, population 26 , to see an art gallery. This was not my idea and I wish I had that one hour and forty minutes back. Very odd art gallery, but an amazing artists retreat.

Then we managed to get to Buffalo at last. Banjo Man looked forward to spending time here.

Jim Gatchell was a local pharmacist who was a good friend to the Cheyenne. He received many gifts from them and collected so much historical memorabilia that Buffalo built museum to hold it all.

Once again, my husband found great joy in the gift shop. Books, a coffee mug and something else I can’t remember are coming home with us.

I bought a buffalo hat. It should be a big hit in Will’s classroom.

A very late lunch at a local restaurant with local, dead friends looking on:

We drove two and a half more hours to Douglas and collapsed into bed.

Tomorrow morning Banjo Man has one more museum stop planned. We will be there at 8 AM when the doors open so we can meet a dear nephew for lunch in Cheyenne at noon.

It’s going to be 38 degrees. Maybe I should wear my new hat.