Rode Hard and Put Up Wet

Playing a Ft. Collins dance usually means a long, late-night, drive home, and a 2 A.M. bedtime.

Yesterday, I talked Lyn into going up with me, begged a spare bedroom off of a pair of Ft. Collins dancers -- Peter and Mary -- and got a full night's sleep. This morning, we got up, climbed in the car, and headed north, to see the last day of this year's Cheyenne Frontier Days.

We watched the finals for bareback riding, bull riding, saddle-bronc riding, calf (tie-down) roping, and steer wrestling, from the $12 nosebleed seats. Well worth the price, and we got to see some national champions.

Here's Lyn at the Indian village. Think she looks like she's been rode hard and put up wet? Wishful thinking.