We woke this morning as the JucyVan rocked in the 35 mph wind like a cradle…a cradle that’s about to plummet from the tree and kill the baby a la sleep-a-bye baby. We now understand why the plains get tornados. Due to extreme weather conditions, we packed up quickly and high tailed it out of the campground along with the rest of the “tent site” campers.
Suavest of the Seas got pretty excited about a Perkins advertised from the highway, so we headed over for biscuits. We were delighted to find the substitute fruit bowl filled with fresh berries instead of the tasteless, white melon we’ve been served everywhere else this trip.
At this point we figured, we’re in Cheyenne, let’s check it out. Sadly, we were a week early for Frontier Days Rodeo (we’re seriously thinking of coming back next year though because…Cowboys) so instead we checked out the Frontier Days Old West Museum- and we were NOT disappointed. We first checked out the wagons of western times and dressed respectively as the Cowboy and the School Marm and I was pushed to the side because, “Ladies don’t drive, Cowboys do!” while posing in this carriage.
We saw many other carriages, including this one that rode to Deadwood (requisite shout out to Pete who loves that show):
We also decided that Volkswagon uses ancient carriage names for their models since we saw a Bug(gie), a Phaeton, and a Cabroliolet, although that’s “Randi Logic” ™ (a.k.a. Something that makes sense to the speaker but isn’t confirmed by any actual research). We learned that when the automobile was first invented, hecklers would stand on be streets and yell, “Get a horse!” at the passerbys, which we found hysterical, hence the title of this post.
Since the museum was such a hit, we thought we’d check out Historic Cheyenne. Let’s just say that wasn’t a hit, so we headed for the highway and the mountains. We passed some beautiful scenery (unfortunately, we didn’t have the correct camera equipment to capture its majesty) as we climbed to almost 7,000 feet. It’s a good thing Casually Kissing Cowboys returned to sea level or she would have felt truly ill.
We made it to Steamboat and awkwardly tossed our JucyVan keys to the valet of the prestigious Steamboat Sheraton Resort 😳. After a quick change, we picked up smoothies and found our way to the hot springs, which were hot! Luckily, we asked our hotel for the “adult” hot springs and not the water park, kid-friendly hot springs, and made it in and out before the clothing optional night time hours.
After returning all “healed” from the springs, we walked around the base of the mountain and marveled at the resting ski lifts while imagining the bustle of the winter months. We had dinner at The Tasty Pig where we delightfully consumed corn bread while checking out the view:
We were so tired from our adventures that we then put ourselves to bed for 10 straight hours. It’s good we rested though because some strenuous hikes were ahead of us…
Until then,
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