Entering Bryce Canyon.
It was so cold.
I had on 4 layers and the wind still cut right through ya.
Tried to ride the horses. It was a no go.
So we took old western pics instead.
Shelly took the role of the sweet homemaker.
I took the role of the floozy. haha.
It was a fun day.
On the way home my car reached 111,111 miles.
Its monumental.
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