We change our minds about to how to get to the start of my hike in Idaho.

We cheer our friends in Denver and hear them say vows Ann and I would say again to each other.

Visiting my cousin Doug in Fort Collins, 4-year-old cousin Hazel proves a tough interview subject. Five-month-old Miles is more cooperative. We sing happy birthday to their Grandma Beth.

We spend our last day in Vedauwoo on foot. I concoct a southbound traversal linking many of the trails I’ve scoped out and one I’ve never seen, finishing at the Nautilus rock formation, too pooped to climb it.

We fail to account for July 4 climbing crowds.

We hike and climb and best of all, sleep.

Wyoming greets us with hail, rainbows, and the prospect of sleep.