Jean had moved to Montana and I think she wanted to be a cowgirl more than anything. We had local wagon trains near where we lived. So I pack us up and off to the Pine Hills we go. She was like a little kid at Christmas, or a puppy wiggling and squiggling when it's owner comes home from work. We slept in the back of the Suburran and all night she would wake and say, "is it time to get up yet?" After the fourth or fifth time I wanted to stuff a sock in her mouth. Finally dawn began to seep into our surroundings and Jean was up and out of the truck (sigh) and she went off to make the coffee. All the ol' Cowboys were grateful for her being an early riser and making them coffee. I was grateful to get a few more winks of sleep. She was such an awesome persons. Ready to take on an adventure. I will miss her. See you again one day partner.