A jocular, apple-pie ramble near their home base, a small peaceful town in Wyoming, by a pleasant young-in-heart grandmother newly remarried. The couple hop around the generally invigorating environs--hunting, fishing, visiting wilderness areas, historic sites and friends. The author, not very seriously, learns something of the ways of camping wives; she cooks, sews, gardens, and deals with decorating an ancient dwelling sot in its ramshackle ways. There are motherly and grandmotherly throes too--the doings of her faraway daughters, the visit of a small grandson. It is refreshing after reading the author's stodgy comments on the mores of the outside world to come across the ultimate grandmotherly prayer anent the projected visit of the grandson: ""I prayed about Jeff. . . and Sally allowing him to come. And prayed that I could stand him when he did!"" Although deeply suspicious of Government, the author and her husband plead for the salvation of wilderness areas. With an entertaining visit to Yellowstone and a patchwork of recipes, this is a cambric tea journal--soothing but mild.