I love small towns. People are so friendly and unpretentious. I went for a brief run this morning (very brief – I’m choosing to blame the altitude) and folks were making eye contact and even saying good morning – from across the street! In Northern Virginia sometimes the other runners won’t even look at you. I have to remind myself to let my guard down a little around here so I don’t offend anyone.
My quest for a haircut continues. I really thought today would be the day (this started before I left Virginia, and has been continuing unabated across the country). Three cool little barbershops within a few blocks of the hotel. Two don’t even bother opening on Saturday or Sunday, and the third posts Saturday hours but a post-it note on the window indicated she had to go out of town for a funeral this weekend and would be back Tuesday. This is the kind of town where a post-it note does the trick. The search for a barber yielded pleasant conversations with the guys in the fishing shop (actually Cody appears to have about a dozen fishing shops – it’s a big deal here) and the ladies at the coffee shop. Things could be worse.
We’re a little nervous about the weather today and tonight. It was 55 degrees in Cody this morning and overcast. Up in Yellowstone it’s bound to be cooler, and there’s a chance of showers today and tonight. There’s a good chance we’re looking at a cold, wet night in the tent tonight. Just another adventure, right! Fortunately I have long hair to keep me warm. Pity Paul, who’s well trimmed.
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