We're Wyom-ing.
Cody, Wyoming, to be precise. Named for it's founder and Kate's distant relative Buffalo Bill Cody. We're still conferring with the judges on that. Ask Dick.
When we look at Wyoming we consider what God was going through when he designed America. New England would have rocky shores and lots of hills and maple and evergreen trees. The Southwest would be arid and flat with cacti. Wyoming, being alphabetically last was treated as such. And God had a whole tray of leftovers. So he stuck them all here, not really sure of what kind of landscape personality he wanted to give it.
Even right now, I'm trying to find a way to explain what I saw today. My brain hurts. Just Google it if you don't know.
But tonight we stay in Cody. Cody is the Rodeo Capital of the World. After a trecherous day of driving through God's Chinese Buffet of an environment we were both pretty wiped out. Upon check-in at tonight's KOA we learned that the campsite offered a shuttle to the Cody Rodeo Nite. And we debated the issue of going or not but only had about an hour and a half to decide whether or not to take the bait. We were so tired that we couldn't foresee ourselves going.
At 7:00, we were on a bus to the rodeo.
It may be the greatest decision we've made this entire trip. If you ever get a chance to see a rodeo, GO. Drink it all in, including the cheap beer. Interact with the natives. Be American.
We both have experienced something like this before, where about a year and a half ago we went to see a Monster Truck Rally in Worcester. A rodeo in Wyoming makes a monster truck rally in Worcester look like a tea party with all of your stuffed animals. And the tea is fake.
There is nothing really I can say about being at a rodeo other than it's exactly what you think it would be like. It's probably the most American thing I've done in a long time.
And to think, we almost didn't go.
6 comments:
"Kate's distant relative Buffalo Bill Cody. We're still conferring with the judges on that. Ask Dick."
Yes, this is true. My grandfather George Henry Davis used to tell me this all the time, but I never bothered to ask him about the exact lineage. While Cody was alive in his lifetime - I don't know if my grandfather ever met him.
Great pictures- but I thought you promised me you wouldn't ride a bucking pronco OR a bull!!!!!!!!!
Love, Mom
MM&Pete
Welcome to the west. I had a girl in my law school class who was from Wyoming and on the first day of class she said her hobby was Rodeo. No one else thought that was weird. Quite a culture shock for me.
Good times. :)
Yeehaw!!!!
Looks like fun guys... Cody is a great little town... i hope you went to the Cody Museam... its concidered to be "the Smithstonian of the West.".. Have fun on the rest of your trip. :D
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