Ok, so I finally wrestled the camera away from the wife, but most of the pics she took were from far away. When I asked her if she was scared of all the big rifles... she said "No, I just didn't want to get too close to Costa".
Anyways, here's a few...
Here's the whole fam damily.
It was drier than a popcorn
and dustier than an old horse blanket.
But on the way home thru Wyoming, this is what I ran into. Ended up having to stay in good old Rawlins Wyoming for the night with Highway closures. (My wife likes to refer to Rawlins as "Sucktown, USA".)
Again, I had a great time, learned a lot, have a list of what I need to work on, and a far greater appreciation of less dusty climates.