Cody, Wy and Buffalo Bill

This is the original hotel built by Buffalo Bill in the 1880's. (I think that is about right.) It is named the Irma after his youngest daughter. In the museum is a beautiful letter she wrote to him on the night before she got married, telling him what a wonderful father he was and that she hoped he and her husband would be friends.

David and I ate there while he was here. It has a beautiful back bar and the original pressed tin ceilings. The rooms are still in use. The dining room has a bunch of mounted animals and some wonderful art work.

Cody has wide streets and nose in parking on all the blocks. It is laid out very nicely and reminds me of Salt Lake. Only much smaller.

David's visit

David actually came to visit! If only he had come earlier in the summer, he probably would have quit his job and come to stay. In fairness, we would have had to get a bigger house. This little cabin would have been too cozy.

We drove the Beartooth hiway to Red Lodge, went over to Belfry, and then to Cody. We looked in the shops and had lunch at the Irma, Buffalo Bill's hotel. We drove home over the Chief Joseph scenic highway. Had dinner at the Beartooth Cafe, (is there anywhere else to eat?)

It was fun to have him here and to have someone to do things with.

I will be heading home on the 30th. I am sad to see it come to an end, but it will be nice to live with somebody again.

My little friend

When I first arrived here in the spring, I was awakened and disturbed several times by alot of scurrying in the roof of my cabin. I just knew that it was something awful that would get in one of the teeny holes and jump on me in the night. Or it was a pine martin that would make a TERRIBLE mess of the place. So last week or so, I started hearing the noise again, along with some other strange ones. I finally discovered that it was just a little squirrel. He has been busily storing his winter food in the ceiling. He will spend all day jumping from the tree outside to the railing of the steps to a little hole under the roof, carrying his pine cones.

Some days, he spends half the day dropping the cones out of the tree onto the roof. Then he stores them away. He makes a terrible mess, but at least it is outside.

I have left him some cashews and he never saves them. He eats them right away. He has gotten used to me being around and doesn't get too excited when I go in and out. Hope he has enough for a long winter. I bribed him with a cashew to sit still long enough for a photo op. (Notice how well focused the car is behind him. When I figure out how to fix that I will get a better picture. Maybe my smart children need to give me photo lessons.)

Summer?

It snowed here in CC today. It is supposed to be all of 25 degrees tonight. Needless to say, my heat is on.

Only 4 short weeks to go here. I am looking for a way to do it again next summer.

Pictures of the cabin and restaurant before I leave.