While ambling around downtown Riverton I spied a modest salon. Haircuts! This sweet blue-haired woman decided to take Art herself and asked Clayton, in the background, if he could take me 20 minutes later. (They have their work cut out for them.) I left to browse the op-shop across the street wondering if Art would end up with a fresh dye job.
Art has camp hair (and so do I)
Lots of organic produce here, now in our car.
Art made a picture of these terrifying shoes while Clayton and I were chatting away under his scissors. "Last haircut?" he asked, a bit peremptorily I thought. "Uh, February?" He got to work.
A bunch of stops later, it was time for a venison burger and a bowl of seafood chowder. We are, after all, on the southern coast.