The second I saw this place, I started exploring every square inch of it with a huge smile on my face. Basically, for all this GORUCK News and taking pictures stuff, I know right away when something will be a post. The massive Explained posts require more planning and can take me up to 25 …
The word ‘saloon’ conjures up a western experience of whiskey, poker, and all the good stuff that flows when people who thrive in smoky rooms get together. In my romance for local places with local stories on the walls and local tales waiting to be told – it doesn’t get much better than a good …
Clean air, clear waters, and bison were everywhere we went in Yellowstone. We camped out before driving through the park, though at a stop and go speed entirely out of our control. And while we didn’t see any bears this time, there was a look-alike who enjoyed a nice vertical drop in a game of fetch, Yellowstone style.
“Buffalo Bill” Cody’s namesake remains very much true to its roots, on display every summer night as the “Rodeo Capital of the World”. Being a cowboy is a way of life out here, and all ages get a chance to showcase their talents at ropin’, racin’, and bull ridin’. These adventure seekers kept the clowns (who distract the bulls once the rider is thrown off) busy tonight, but alas all was well and the cowboys none the worse for ridin’ hard.
Cassie’s is a former bootleg running whorehouse that didn’t lose its character in the process. Now it’s a saloon, a libation station, a supper club – all Western style of course – just up the street from the rodeo and home to the best steak we can remember, down to the bone.
Opting on local advice for the scenic back roads to get to Flaming Gorge, we drove well into the night, enjoying the scenery all around us at 75 mph. National parks = grilling out, relaxing to Ranger TV (ie the campfire) and chatting with whomever we can find to share a story or two. Refreshing …
