My Grandpa Sherman brings back such great memories. Every year on my birthday he would take me to lunch at Antone's for a cheeseburger. He worked out in the oil fields as a government trapper, so he would often bring us back pet horny toads. He always wore jeans, cowboy boots, a western snap shirt and a cowboy hat. I also remember him bringing me clove flavored gum. I thought it was cool, because it was from him. You could always find Grandpa at 11am at the local restaurant, eating half of his sandwich, and taking the other half home for his dogs. He never parked in a parking spot, he parked right up by the front door, and often left his truck running so his dogs could have heat or a/c. He had someone that printed jokes off the internet for him, and he always shared them, no matter who you were, or where you were. Most of them were dirty. He was a man of few words, but he was loved by everyone he came in contact with. We will all miss you dearly, Grandpa. Luckily, we scored you an awesome place to rest, in the outdoors where you can find true peace.
Me, my oldest sister, Tina, and middle sister, Devon.
Booker and Bodey riding up to Grandpa's resting place in the back of the car with cousins, Audrey & Ethan.
I feel a sense of peace and relaxation when I reach this border.
Wyoming is honestly Heaven on Earth.
Booker flying off the wall in Thermop.
2 comments:
Lovely pictures and nice photography.
Oh I loveth Wyoming!
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