You know, for as tough a night that I had, today turned out pretty darn good. I got some outstanding photographs of the rodeo, spent some time with old friends and I think the best part of the day was the ride down to Ranchester to see Glenn and spend the night.

Leaving Hardin in the early evening I headed south on the Interstate at a pretty good clip. The sun was setting and cast the rolling hills in gold against dark and stormy skies. The was the sweet smell of cool rain in the air. It was absolutely wonderful.