I somehow got it into my head that cowboy boots would be the greatest thing since sliced bread, turns out I was wrong. We were taking a trip to Cody anyway (2 hours from Yellowstone) so back in Jackson I googled cowboy boots and found Wayne’s Boot Shop – plugged as being the best boot shop since 19-footsack. Well either the feet are different here or I just don’t have cowboy boot wearing feet ‘cos the two I tried on – although they were really pretty were a mission to get on and I reckon if I had to wear them for more than 2 minutes would have killed me. So that little dream was smashed to smithereens, ended up buying myself a t-shirt to make up for it (‘twas a poor substitute, I tell ya). To just get them on one has to stand up hold onto the tabs on either side of the boot and yank, squish, strain, push and finally your feet end up where they’re meant to be and then to get them off again someone has to hold onto the boot and pull – kind of makes one have new respect for cowboys.
After that dismal attempt we went around the Buffalo Bill Historical Centre which houses five museums under one roof, two of which were gun museums. Ah now you know why we made the trip to Cody. Tamsyn, Jessica and I did our very best to look interested but I suspect we failed miserably – as Jessica said, it wasn’t that we were bored we just weren’t interested.
I spotted a sign toting a lunch buffet for $8.95, turned out to be a Chinese restaurant with really good food and the policy of charging half price for children. They really don’t know how much Tamsyn can eat when she’s hungry.
Back to Yellowstone where the power to ourcampsite had been restored (went out yesterday) which meant I could shower, yippee. Mind you showering at these national parks is damn expensive, $3.85 for a shower, times that by four and we’re talking big money – fortunately my kids don’t seem to mind not showering for several days in a row.
Yesterday evening we had made a small fire and had traditional American smoors, very sweet and they add chocolate to theirs which I don’t think is something done back home. Having filled up on Chinese supper wasn’t high on the agenda but sorting the car out was – how the heck we manage to accumulate so much rubbish is a bit of a mystery no sooner have we tidied up then there’s a mess again. Then again it isn’t just rubbish we accumulate but washing to – back to the laundry with yet another load at least we’ll be arriving in New Orleans with suitcases full of clean clothes.