Wyoming.

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True enough.  Headed out today without a clue.  Honey, maybe shopping, a hike, and a meal... probably.  Late, of course, was the hour.  I was going as fast as I could which wasn't.  I should have taken a jacket.  Still chilly, especially when the sun sets.

The honey plant was the first stop.  I picked up two kinds... the multi-state clover honey and the mountain honey.  A premium on the later.  Easy to know why.  I plan on getting a couple of quarts more of the mountain honey, just to keep in the pantry, and use slowly through time.  I can't eat a lot of honey.  But I do need some sweets.  As I was saying when buying, until I found real honey, I thought I didn't even like honey at all.  A lot of the store bought stuff is... well... it almost might as well have been manufactured.  Same with maple syrup.  Life is a bit better with more local items, if too that isn't always possible or even always best.  It's a sound principal, if not truly survivable, not for me.  Do my best.

After that, a trip into the mountains.  A hike along the way.  A bit more travel, further on, and then to the border with Wyoming.  It's been years since I was through there.  Born but not raised there.  My friend, too, was born there.  Like me, he was a traveler.  And yet he has family there, as I do in Iowa and Colorado.  Quite a thing.

On the way we notice deer.  Lots of deer.  Lots and lots and lots of deer.  All along the last forty miles of highway.  Two larger herds, plus smatterings of singles and small groups.  Shortly before seeing the second larger herd, we spotted a hefty band of antelope.  I haven't seen wild antelope since I was a kid.  On the way back we then spotted a badger.  Quite an interesting drive.  Thankfully we weren't, mostly, on blind curves in odd places.  The two I remember seeing there, the deer did not seem interested in testing their mettle.  A hawk and raven were seen as well.  All in all it was a very good day to get out, and what was done while out was well worth the effort.  My friend had to push, a bit, to get me going.  And he himself wasn't sure he was ready.  As I said, once the foot is out the door, the opportunity begins making itself.

Hope to get out again, and this Sunday.  I'll try to be more timely, but my schedule is just... it's one way and in the wrong way.  I'll do my best.  Dang it, I think I can.  When life is going this well it's worth pushing a bit more.  This time birding, to my west I believe, and perhaps to the south a bit too, but in the valley.  If time and light hold, travel might take us further afield if necessary.  I need to find my bino's and get my camera ready.  Adventure awaits the... unwary?  That notion puts a grin on my face.

Oh, a tuna steak and rice for dinner.  I forgot to shop, so no lemon.  Not always needed, just a nice extra touch.  And for tea.  Ah well.

Later, perhaps good night.