so lonely

He's gone. Dead to me.

He took his 15 computer screens and left. Gone. Into the big world of people with offices...that have windows. "Offices with window's people". He's far too good for me. Out of my league. Thank God that we're already married with joint bank statements and bad investments, or I would never have stood a chance with him. He's class. High Class.

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On a brighter note, we found our road. It's east to west, and north to south! 2 miles plus, no power lines, fences or angry farmers with guns and dogs! And it's just across the border in Wyoming.

You gotta love Wyoming. Here's the scene:

It's 92 degrees.
A Rancher drives by pulling a trailer lined with horses.

This is what he witnesses:

Chris, clad in his helmet, gloves, 5 layers of clothes, and radio harness. He's wrestling with, to the layman's eye, a green and orange piece of over-sized bed sheet fastened to his back with strings. And to complete the conundrum, he's tied to a rope which is fastened to the bumper of a big a$$ truck. If this isn't baffling enough, his wife, crabby and sunstroked, is preparing to pull him at 35 mph down the road.

This is the Ranchers response to the puzzling predicament:

A nod and a tilt of his hat. Not even a tap on the brakes. Totally at ease in his belief that we are putting his land to its' best use.

You gotta love Wyoming.