Thursday was devoted to a long, punishing drive across Kansas, where we saw the first of many wind turbines that we would all across the great American prairie, up to Fort Collins, Colorado, where we stayed in a room that had a hit tub and shower right next to the bed. Weird. On Friday, we drove up to Cheyenne, Wyoming, where we connected with Ginny’s parents, Bill and Marie Jackson. We then went to see the rodeo at Cheyenne Frontier Days, which I would have enjoyed more had I not suffered an allergy attack that left my eyes burning and itching and watering profusely. The events featured bull riding, barrel racing, steer roping, and two kinds of bronco busting. Very tough and highly killed athletes.
