|[picture on its way]
|The Gang in front of the Walkers' in Boulder
||After leisurely departing Evanston, Wyoming, we drove. We
stopped for lunch in Laramie and continued south to Boulder. Wyoming was noted for its
large green rolling hills and randomly placed ten- to twelve-foot fences that served no
discernable purpose. The structures were located in the middle of vast, hilly fields, but
their ends were not attached to any other fence or structure. There were dozens of
straight-line fences, varying in length, in the middle of nowhere. We thought maybe they
were used to block wind or to assist in cattle driving, but that was just naive urban
speculation. Anyway, that was about all we saw in Wyoming.
We rolled into Boulder at
about 4:30. Sarah and David Walker, aged 14 and 9 respectively, were there to greet us and
offer beverages. There are a whole lot of people mentioned in this next section so try to
keep up. After driving for many hours we opted for a change of pace and sat motionless in
the Walker living room, as opposed to the car. James Walker, the father, arrived shortly
thereafter to offer us deadbeats some activities for the late afternoon. In the usual
fashion we decided not to go anywhere, but just to relax and utilize that gigantic
closetful of games in the basement. Next Priscilla Walker, the mother, arrived after
picking up some other relatives, a relationship I choose not to explain, from their ice
skating lessons. Then came Bill Baker, brother to Priscilla and Pam (Bakers and my
mother), and uncle to Sarah, David, Baker and me. Finally came Robin, wife of Bill, and
aunt to...well, you figure it out.
After some chitchat and delicious hors d'oveurs we exited to the patio for a wonderful
home cooked meal, one of few on the trip. We had grilled chicken, fried rice, broccoli and
a shrimp salad. For dessert, blueberry and rhubarb pies with two kinds of ice cream.
After-dinner activities included a ping pong tournament and a rousing game of poker with
Bill. We used plastic army men, airplanes, and pennies as betting devices. The poker
stopped when David had to go to bed, and John, Sarah, Baker, Bill and I proceeded to act
very maturely by trying to fly our plastic planes into each others breast pockets.
We continued this activity for longer than should be revealed. We were all exhausted
and we found it amusing. By about 11:00 p.m. we were settling down for bed. John,
Rachel, Baker and I played catch with a glow-in-the-dark ball for a while, and then dozed