This here’s the most sparsely populated state in the Union. Fact is, they’ve got five cows for every person. So it doesn’t take a stretch to understand why the Rodeo Capital of the World is located here. And with a rompin’ rodeo held every single night, they made it too easy to fit one into our schedule. It was a real, honest to goodness one, too, complete with bronc and bull riding, calf roping and barrel racing. The cowboys were gettin’ it done and it made us hanker for a wild trail ride through the ponderosa. Giddyup.

When that guy sang about giving him a home where the buffalo roam, I thought that sounded like a pretty cool setup. But I hadn’t considered the prospect of those buffalo creating a roadblock at 1:00 am, at a time when we’d be bleary eyed and in no mood. That’s what happened in Yellowstone on our drive home from the Cody Nite Rodeo. It’s not like it takes very many buffalo to do it, either. Just put about ten of them on the highway and you’ll find that they’re in no hurry to decide if they want to cross the road or go back to the side from where they came. In our encounter, we found it takes about twenty minutes before they stagger themselves in a way so as to allow a car to weave its way through—fast.