What happens to all the cowboy hats lost in a rodeo?

Welcome to Idaho’s oldest building. We passed it en route to our glamping destination in South Dakota and just had to stop.


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?
