Well, summer's nearly over and the 2006 t-ball season went out with a wimper. The final game was called last Sunday due to threatening thunderstorms.
Fortunately, we had tickets for the Saltdogs game that evening, so we got in a little baseball before the storm clouds unloaded on us.
This little critter spent most of an afternoon napping on our cabin's kitchen screen window (outside, thank goodness). We were lucky to spot him as he stretched his wings and took to the air as it got dark.
We brought this speciman back home in a nifty bug box.
We had almost given up hope of spotting any of the small herd of bighorn sheep during our jeep ride, but got lucky as we headed down from the bluff.
Grandpa Rog, Evan, and Brian enjoy a scrumptious repaste.
Nebraska historical marker with information on the cabins.
Our cabin at Fort Robinson, one of the original 1874 adobe officers' quarters.
The fellas at the entrance to the Fort Robinson Lodge.
Oh, yeah. We was chillin' at YiaYia's Friday night. Doing the usual thing -- pizza and tasty adult beverages (for mom & dad).
