(I’m in Wyoming for my cousins wedding at her family’s ranch.)
Yesterday my uncle took me and my cousins for a ride in the dune buggy. We went flying around the ranch, it was kind of like  a rollercoaster ride in amazing scenery. It was one of those moments where I found myself stamping every detail into my memory.  I soaked up every second and will treasure that little dune buggy ride always. 

My uncle’s  grandfather made this dune buggy from a 1970ish vw bug. He had to chop the body down to make it smaller and had the custom fiberglass made. 

When I was little and visiting the ranch, I rode in the dune buggy and it is one of the things I remember the most from that visit 21 years ago. 

25 years ago my aunt and uncle got married near the ranch and my uncles dad forgot to pick him up for the wedding. So he tossed his suit in a garbage bag and rode to the wedding 10 miles away in the dune buggy. Today my cousin will ride down to the wedding site in the dune buggy with her dad driving. 

This time at the ranch preparing for the wedding has been so nostalgic, reminders of the wedding 25 years ago. The flowers were prepared by the same florist, the bride will ride in the same vehicle and ceremony is in roughly the same place. I’ve been giving my cousin a hard time for having two weddings (the second will be back home next week) but now that I’m here, feeling all the history, I see how being here is so important and so worth it. 

(more to come)