Ken is home. He said it wasn’t as bad as he antipated it would up there but he had to take it pretty slowly. Seems the deer and the elk decided that tonight was the perfect night to play “Chicken” on the highway. They were just thick from just outside of Sheridan almost to Lovell, and all three of the guys are pretty darn tense! Now I can go to bed while he gets his paperwork done. Nite!