Change gears on the outdoor activities

Next week’s the last full week in July, and if you live anywhere near Cheyenne, that means Cheyenne Frontier Days. It actually starts tomorrow.

I kind of got into the habit of absorbing everything Frontier Days has to offer when I was working at the newspaper, and I can’t seem to get it out of my system.

A lot of people leave town when CFD rolls around. They go visit relatives in other states, check into a hotel in Saratoga or Thermopolis, or just throw the tent in a pack and head for the hills.

When you’re used to being in places where you don’t have to deal with a lot of other people, Frontier Days can be a bit much to handle.

I would have thought that I’d dread it, but the reverse is actually true. I look forward to it, and I jump in with both feet. I eat my weight in flapjacks at the pancake breakfasts. I damage my eardrums beyond repair at night show after night show.

I take a vacation from work and jump into the CFD lifestyle.

If I get to the point where I just can’t stand to look at another brand-new cowboy hat perched backward on some yahoo’s head, there’s really nothing that says I have to stay. If the traffic in Cheyenne gets to be too much to bear, I can go find a forest road and meander along it until I find a good place to get out and walk. And if my eardrums start to get a little tender after the high-octane night shows, I can go up in the hills somewhere and just sit and listen to the quiet.

But then again, this crazy, zany action only comes to town once a year. I might get a little frazzled toward the end of ten straight days of rodeos, concerts, air shows, and the rest of the hoopla. But I can go fishing anytime. In fact, I’ll probably head straight to the beaver ponds as soon as the gate slams on the last of the rodeos.

So come down to Cheyenne if you’re looking for something a little different. Or if you just want to get away from it all, find yourself a nice piece of forest.