Category Archives: Wyoming

Ma’am Do You Know How Fast You Were Going?

So I was driving to Jackson Hole, my son was in the car, and we had fallen behind the family wagon train (so to speak). We got to a section of the road that is two lanes. My son said “pass em” to the two slow cars in front of us. So I did.

My husband calls my car a rocketship. The rocketship accelerates pretty quickly and soon I was ahead of the two cars-but then heading towards us in the other lane was a state trooper. I immediately knew I was busted-he flipped around quickly and turned on his lights.

“Connor! It’s all your fault” and slapped my sons leg as he is laughing hysterically (almost the whole time).

I pulled off the road before the trooper even got to me because yeah it’s obvious he’s coming for me.

He walked up to the car “ma’am do you know how fast you were going”? I said I thought it was about 80. He replied “thanks for being honest, I clocked you at 74”. “Do you know the speed limit on this road”- and I honestly didn’t. It had been maybe three years since I was on that particular highway. “It’s 55”-yikes

I told him it was my son’s fault-that he told me to pass the cars-while my son is still laughing.

He asked for my license and Ins and registration. I knew I had my gun in my jockey box (I drove to Wyoming by myself and won’t be one of those women out in the middle of nowhere unable to defend herself) so I was trying to get my license and concealed carry permit out quickly because my son was also opening the jockey box and I knew my gun would slide out!

It didn’t seem appropriate to yell “don’t open the jockey box! My gun is in there” to my son, so I quickly said “I have a weapon” as I handed the trooper my license and concealed carry card luckily before the gun rolled out. (I also couldn’t remember the wording a person is supposed to use when letting an officer know you have a weapon. I was a little anxious. My first stop since getting my gun.

Luckily he didn’t feel threatened and thanked me for letting him know. Asked if it was loaded and I said no, it just has a clip in but… couldn’t remember what it’s called and he finished my sentence-“doesn’t have one in the chamber” and I said no.

He went back to his car to decide my fate. I was just thankful I wasn’t going to jail for saying “I have a weapon”!

Connor is still laughing his head off and I start laughing too. He didn’t know my gun was in the jockey box and we thought of all the problems it could cause just rolling out as the officer is standing there.

The officer returns and says “I’m doing you a big favor, you aren’t getting a ticket but you’ve got to slow down”. I asked him if he could make my son stop laughing and he said he couldn’t do anything about that unfortunately. He told me to avoid caving into peer pressure 😂 and wished me a good day.

Peer pressure🤨😂

Warrior Weekend

Hello friends!

Happy Labor Day weekend! For me it really was a Labor Day yesterday! 😂

We drove up to my parents home in Wyoming Friday night (late Friday night- I discovered how hard it is to see on the toad when the cars traveling toward me have new headlights)! Or maybe it’s age- IDK!

Anyway yesterday morning we wore our grubby clothes (my sisters remarked they were glad none of us were dressed up and are au naturel for this fun filled day😂🤣)and rode in the back of the truck toward the back end of the property next to the forest (can’t walk up through the property to the fence because the bushes, quaking aspen, and other trees are so thick a person can’t get through).

So my step dad drove a truck up the neighboring sledding hill in waist high grass to where we (two sisters, hubs and I, parents) could walk to the fence in tramped down foliage (the foliage is tramped in this area because of cattle grazing and wildlife). The fence posts back there are rotting at the ground as they are 15 years old; so we spent the first couple of hours using hammers and flat head screwdrivers along with anything else that would work, to force out (super heavy duty) staples (is that what they’re called? they’re pretty thick and look nothing like normal staples but I’m not your typical ranch hand!) holding the barbed wire fence up. There are about 10 posts (interspersed with smaller posts not anchoring anything) that are rotted, so while my hubby pounds the staples, I am either holding the posts up so he has some leverage or pulling the posts out and tossing them behind us in the pile to haul away.

At one point I pulled on a post and as it came free from the barbed wire fence, the wire flipped up and hit me in the face. No mirror-no foul right? Although my face stings and I feel blood- I’m kind of a low pain tolerance person but we took pictures of all our injuries and made it seem fun in a way (the barbed wire punctured one sister in the arm and left a nasty mark- we should’ve had long sleeves- although I did wear long pants and closed toe shoes- I can’t speak for anyone else!) 😂😂

It was an adventure working on the fence and then watching hubs and Bob (step dad) felling dead trees to prepare for winter.

Later that day we worked on removing bushes (they were huge BTW, some at least 15 feet tall- and 6-8 ft wide) from along the fence in the front yard- volunteer wild roses and choke cherry bushes- so that was less of an adventure and more like work, but those bushes met their match- we are warriors baby!

Videos and a pic of my day enclosed, hope you like the scenery I added.