We are in Wyoming at the ranch, having driven three days and 1200 miles from California after a Saturday departure.



Somewhere on I-80 in Western Wyoming. Nice to see the buckaroo license plates again...

I had thought I was way ahead in my preparations for the move, but in the end things got pretty tight. It seemed the stuff that needed to be packed and loaded in the truck was of an infinite quantity, and I had serious doubts about whether everything would even fit in the space that was allocated in the truck trailer. Somehow Pat made it all work, long after I was ready to give up.



Pat and the infamous Biscuit Lady and surprisingly dear friend Pat Spooner in Alameda the morning of our departure.

But the house was finally was entirely emptied, and the vehicles loaded. After a last walk-through of the house, a visit to the garden I created in back, and a last stop to say goodbye to our neighbor and friend Pat (the "Biscuit Lady") we were on the road at last. Stopped to drop off the keys with the realtor, and another to fill up the tanks of my Saturn and Pat's Xterra, then on to Reno for the first night, for family visits with my sister Becky, Dad and his wife.



With my Dad and his wife Susan in Reno on Saturday afternoon.



Becky and her aging but charming cattle dog Rowdy at her house in Lemmon Valley North of Reno.

Following another all-day drive we spent the night in Salt Lake City at a hotel. Just dodging another winter storm, and leaving in the remanants of an overnight snowfall, we made our way over the mountains East of Salt Lake, over the Wyoming border and across the state to arrive in Wheatland just before dark.



Somewhere in Eastern Nevada before arriving at Salt Lake City Sunday evening. The Buddhist prayer flags hanging in my trunk flew off the back porch of the rental house in Alameda from the time we arrived there at the end of October in 2004.



Five minutes after arriving at the ranch, in time for the sunset on Monday.