I’m lucky to have family friends in Wyoming who welcome me whenever I need a get-away. This is the third summer I’ve been able visit. They generously open their home, fridge and — wait for it — hearts. One campfire after another, we sat around singing songs, comparing favorite summer memories and making each other laugh so hard our sides hurt.
When they introduce me in town, I’m their other daughter — the one from Colorado.
Fly fishing, horseback riding, s’mores around the campfire, board games, reading on the porch, hikes with the dogs, roaming town, shopping and a lounging in stretchy pants. This is the way to have a western vacation at its very best.
I am a lucky woman, and apparently a cowgirl at heart. An all loving, feminist hypocritical cowgirl who wouldn’t hurt animals. Even though they are tasty.
*This will come into play in a future post titled: How I embarrassed myself at a rodeo by bringing up feminism and animal rights.