We had kind of a barbecue/concert tonight, celebration of the first day back to classes and all that. The lead singer for the band had a chat with the new students, and announced, "If you're new to Sheridan, you will probably notice within a few days - this is a town with more banks than fast food places."
Take what you will from that.
Snow fell to 5000 feet last night, almost reaching 4000, some people said. We're at about 3700 feet, so winter might get here before fall officially starts. We'll have to see. :)
Waiting in line for food, I was chatting with a guy who turns out to live about forty miles away from my hometown. He's not a student - rather, it seems that Sheridan was ranked as the #3 place to live if you're an outdoorsman, and that was all the motivation he needed to move out here. I learned about a few cool places to go hiking, but he recommended investigating them soon, otherwise I'll have to go snowshoeing instead. :)
I have precisely zero experience snowshoeing. This seems like the sort of thing best tackled with a friend along - if only for the entertainment possibilities.
The same guy mentioned that I apparently moved to the only town in Wyoming that has whitetail. Pronghorn (pronghorns? What's the proper plural on these?) are everywhere here, moose and elk show up around the next little town, and once you get up into the mountains, there are mule deer. For some reason, the whitetails like this valley, and not much else.
Really, it's quite pretty here. I can hardly blame them.
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