Jane has a sore ankle, so she didn't buy boots this time..couldn't try them on. So she found something bigger.
This scrap-metal horse (look closely) stands in the plaza outside the railroad station:
That picture is for my friend, Larry Guss, who also does art work with a welding torch. That's a lot of spare parts, Larry.
Cheyenne sprawls. Nice neighborhoods with everything from small Victorians to elegant mansions..old buildings like the one above that speak of a certain time. Moreover, it's an important moment in American history, helping to glue together the transnational rail system that tied us together. Crossing the country in a wagon train took an average of 166 days. When the railroads came, it took 10 days. Cheyenne helped to make that work..it still does.
It ain't all rodeo, Pard, but right now rodeo's the thing. They've been doing the big show here for almost 120 years. Tomorrow, we're going out and help them notch up another one.
Seeya when we get back.