Just after completing the last blog, I decided to take off my shoes and walk in the sun on that sanitized, soft and welcoming lawn around the neat playground, basketball court and perfectly molded plastic picnic tables. On my way back to my shoes and socks under the tree where I'd earlier napped, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. The striped snake had the same reaction and sat up to watch me as I backed carefully away, grateful that I hadn't taken one more step.
The moral of the story? Wear hiking boots in Wyoming? Sleep in hotels? Nah. Just gratitude. We'll be careful, but it's really out of our hands...
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