So much to do, and only so many hours in a day

I crashed so hard last night. I was the most exhausted girl, and I still feel exhausted. But let's not complain. Let's post pictures! First, the most fun thing:

Rich made this. He was showing me the videos he's made with his girlfriend (he made one that looked like a rom com from their trip up to Breck to see the ice castles, and it was adorable), and he told me that he was going to make one of our trip, and I got so excited. And it's better than I hoped it would be!

So, here are the photos from Saturday's excursion:

 This handsome little guy was in the dank and spooky basement. When Rich yelled up that there was an owl, I didn't believe him. Imagine my surprise and delight! I'm fairly sure he was a great horned owl fledgling. Due to the magic of internets, I have spent the last twenty minutes doing image research into horned owl fledglings. I'm willing to bet money on it now!

 This is one hallway in said dank, spooky basement. It's right next to where my owl friend was (I use the term friend loosely. That owl hated me and everything I stood for. On a molecular level, it felt like). If you could see two feet to the right, you'd see him sitting there, hating me desperately.

 A solitary bush that sits in the middle of the dunes, doing...you know...bush things.

 While I'm not a fan of children at ALL (which is underselling it), this little girl was the epitome of "long hair, don't care", and I had to take a picture of her not giving a single fuck. I dig her attitude...but only from afar.

 My owl is back! I wanted to name him something, except I can't remember what it is I said I wanted to name him. So, I'll call him Rudy from now on. Or Mortimer. Stiles? Perhaps just 'owl' would be best.

 I have no idea what this thing is. I really don't. But I thought it looked neat!

 Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. That's a thing he did. Clearly, my company was neither desired nor required.

 It's Lil' Lisa's Slurry! Hooray for everyone!

 This is a seriously close in crop, but this is owl buddy's parental unit.

 Don't even think about petting me, you intrusive white woman. It's a good thing he communicated that to me with his hissing, because petting him was next on my agenda of  "Dumb Things to Do".

 The murder truck, from a different angle. It still looks equally as threatening.

 I didn't have my settings right for this picture. Not even fucking close. As a result, the post on it is blown out and ridiculous looking. However, I do enjoy this angle. Next time (we've decided that next, we'll go for sunset), I'll get it right. Or a better approximation of right.

 The ghost of power plants past. You could almost hear the hum of those things doing whatever it was they did. That's not true at all.

 I don't know how the murder truck manages to look threatening against a stunning blue sky, but uh, well played, truck. Well played.

 Rich wanted to climb the ladder up to the top of the silo. Had we been able to get him to the start of the ladder, he would have.

 We came across an abandoned hut on the side of the road. In front of it? A dead bison, and the skeletons of several others.

 A dune storm! There's one every time I come here. I love it.

 Old thing has been old since 1889. Presumably.

The gang, sans me. Sands me? That's an awful pun.

I really wanted to run today, but I'm tired and it's cold and excuses are so much easier.