Mike and I rode to Flaming Gorge Dam on Saturday. He decided to take this little winding road to the bottom and expected me to follow. I did-- I have a history of following him to out of the way places (like Roosevelt), and it was interesting. On the way back up Mike stopped and gave this old fisherman a ride to his vehicle. It was funny watching this mature man in his waders and with his fly ride try to climb on the back of Mike's bike.
We stopped at Flaming Gorge Lodge for a late lunch. Surprisingly enough, the food was really good.
Poppa, Deegan, and Sy playing on the tramp. One of the last nice days before the winter chill sets in.
Mike loves this picture of little Sy's hand in his--painted nails and all.
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