June 21, 2015,

We are on vacation in Martin's Cove, Wyoming.  We have some friends here serving a senior mission.  They help with the treks and with facility maintenance.  This is a very special and sacred place.

We woke up the first morning found what we thought were a few antelope out the window of our RV.  Then we looked more closely and found that there were dozens of them hiding in the grass.  We caught these two, but they were not very good at posing for us.  The mountains in the background are some of the oldest granite mountains in the world.  The smooth stuff at the bottom of the mountain is actually a huge accumulation of sand.   

We are joined by our friends, Elder and Sister Blackhurst.  

Here we are in the middle of Fort Seminole, part of Martin's Cove historical site.  Two French Canadians established a trading post here and were helping so many of the emigrants as they passed through central Wyoming on their way west.  They had closed it down before the Martin Handcart Company came through.  The rescuers brought the people to the fort but they could not all fit in the fort, so they went to a cove in the mountains that had three granite walls to protect them from the wind and stayed there for a few days until the bitter storm passed.  Almost 500,000 people passed through this area to get to points west.  

Kay in front of the Blacksmith shop at Martin's Cove.  Kay made this dress in 1976 while in Alaska during the country's bicenteniel celebration..  It is just a little snugger fit than it was all those years ago. It is the closest thing I have to a pioneer dress.

Kay is never complete without her handsome honey.