Big Timber River Valley Inn
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During June, 2014, a group from Christ Church, Cody, Wyoming, went on a pilgrimage seeking a deeper understanding of their Christian roots through the lives of St. Mungo, St. Columba, St. Aiden, St. Cuthbert, St. Hild (more commonly St. Hilda) and St. Bede; the communities they established; and the work they did in the world spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
On Sunday, August 10th, the ...
... stay here are pretty quiet and the kids go to bed early so very quiet. Such a nice spot... http://www.springcreekcampground.com/sp ringcreekcampground_002.htm After breaking camp this morning, we went into the town of Big Timber and were amazed that nothing was open at 10am...and that the only restaurant on the main drag was part of an old hotel and only served the hotel guests!!!! We only found a coffee shop open and it was a souvenir/women's clothing /book store... ...
Up ahead Ann saw a puff of dust, dirt, or something rise up. A few moments later as we passed we saw that there had been an accident on the freeway (apparently an SUV towing a U-Haul, with the U-Haul on it's tail, trailer tongue in the air, and the SUV all beat up! There was a fence between us and the freeway, but several cars and truckers had already stopped and were helping ...
... for another day.
Ran into an interesting guy in the Occidental Bar. He is from Riverside and apparently invented something that made him a lot of money (he is an engineer) and so he decided to take his horses and go the Sturgis Motorcycle week. He was the only guy riding around town on his horse among all the motorcycles. He had a friend with him who rode the other horse. He basically shook his head about the whole thing and said that Jim was into riding his horse ...
... it appeared to be a woman… this time not moving.
We stood staring, not moving a muscle. Then softly from above us came the sound of a female voice, “Cody…Cody…,” It called. I swear his hair was standing on end as he grabbed me and held on for dear life. “Come here, Cody….”
“How does she… it… know my name?” He asked, his voice quivering.
“I don’t ...