After an early-morning push to get to Dillon on time,
our glamping train rolled in just in time for their hometown rodeo.
Buckin’ horses …

After an early-morning push to get to Dillon on time,
our glamping train rolled in just in time for their hometown rodeo.
Buckin’ horses …

Ring-a-ling-a-ling!
School’s in session, girlfriends.
And I have a Glitterati Literati quiz for you.
This is brain-flexing fun—volleying verbiage, prettying plain prattle, gussying up glib gab.
(Say that last one five times fast!)
I do love …
It’s one of those days when I’m anxious to see things from a different angle. Travel will do that to a person.
Headstand?
Hmmm … I think not.
Mountaintop?
Maybe.
Do you ever have one of those days?
Kim, Ace, and Willie took a little trip to Mount Rushmore while we were glamping in the Black Hills of South Dakota last week. Did you know, according to their guide, that the Black Hills of South Dakota were named after the Ponderosa Pine that dot the hills? They cast a dark hue on the hills they inhabit.

Snooping around Upton (Old Town), Wyoming, enroute to a rodeo.

Classic Wyoming. Georgia O’Keefe?

Just as the sun was setting, we set ourselves (ourselves being me, Ace, Kim, Anita, Jennie, Donna, Michele, Barb, Lisa, Brenda, and Shery) down for a delicious potluck dinner—the decorations being the work of our fabulous hostesses …

Here’s Shery Jesperson, our Ranch Farmgirl blogger, and her ‘Cabin in a Can’. (More pics of glamorous, fabulous, tricked-out, gorgeous, stunning, and stupendous glampers coming soon.) This is the spot where we’ve enjoyed more than one delicious cup of coffee, as well as banana, chocolate and cinnamon bread of all sorts. Shery, THANK YOU and your glamper girlfriends for your Wyoming-style hospitality (hearts as big as a washtub) …
