The Hogsty

Morning everybody . . .

27° and the air is resting over this way. Was pretty swift over towards the SE portion of the state yesterday. Semi trucks were napping from what I heard about. (As in lots of blow overs)

Really strange there are not more Basque restaurants here in Wyoming, from what I have read there was quite the Basque sheep herding going on here, I came across many of those restaurants in Nevada.

Morning from Pocatello. 44 degrees and air movement not worth mentioning, unlike yesterday's trip across the southwestern quadrant of Wyoming. Holy cats. South Pass was especially envigorating.

I don't get much in the field anymore, but all the sheepherders I met back in the day were Mexican. Ran into one once in a Sierra Madre creek bottom about a mile off the closest road. I was working for Game and Fish doing cut Colorado throat trout surveys. The guy hadn't seen other people in days. To run into two folks carrying a generator and nets was weird enough, but to discover one of them spoke enough Spanish for a conversation amazed him. Kind of amazed my co-worker, too. He kept asking, "What's he saying? 'How much for you woman?' Am I gonna make money on this deal?"