Wyoming '99: Monday
From the road that traversed the back side of the Big Fill, we had been able to look up into the rest of the valley. Nestled at the edge of the green against the far hills, with a couple of big trees shading it, was a cluster of shacks the Mathisens called "the old Holliday place."
Again, the valley was uncommonly green for this time of year (late August).
To get down to the old barn and house, we had to take another one of those roads. At one point Dixie's daughter Amber got out of their car, the one in front, and started heaving huge stones out of the road, so we could all pass more comfortably. (Dixie and Amber weren't driving some huge souped-up pickup either.)