Fourth of July

I had a really wonderful visit to Wyoming over the 4th of July. It was the fourth time I've been back to the U.S. since arriving in the Dominican Republic last year, but the first time in Wyoming. I flew in to Salt Lake and spent the night with my dear sister, then drove the 4.5 hours to Lander the next day. My heart lifted as I drove over South Pass: I was home.

Wind River Mountains.

Red Canyon.

My sister-in-law graciously put up with me, H (and H's boyfriend) and L (and L's girlfriend) for several days and we had a great time. I got to go running outside for the first time in a year (yay!) and we hiked to the Popo Agie Falls. We went to the parade on the 4th and the Buffalo BBQ in the park, and then watched as the town exploded in fireworks as soon as it got dark. I got to discuss a book with my dear book club and spend time with friends. And I got to see my dad. 

It was wonderful.

The good friends of my book club. I miss them already!

On the hike to Popo Agie Falls. 

Love all these girls!

Popo Agie Falls.

Me and my dad.

Dad and H and L and me.

My amazing girls.

Me and my sister getting ready for Finding Dory.