Watching for Hitchcock in his movies

Our last day in Wyoming is vivid, wanting to make sure we remember it.

The wind poursbits heart out to us, it couldn't have been more generous.

Nobody went up or down the dirt road all day, except one of us. And that was for the purpose of throwing things away, not to acquire something we don't need.

While we were here we agreed once again that we don't understand the white man, and we're white.

Packing our bags, getting the cabin ready for winter, making sure we've checked everything off the infernal checklist, we take one last look around the place.

The important thing now is not to see that we've remembered everything, but to see what we haven't forgotten.

From the cabin we'll drive west to the East Gate of Yellowstone, head home from there.