I get a super-dorky-kind-of-excited when I’m able to find us some experience that mimics a time in history that we’ve studied as a family. This entire two-week road trip aims to feed this obsession of mine, with all sorts of cowboy and pioneer themed activities. One of our favorites so far was a cowboy cookout at Yellowstone, complete with horse-drawn wagons, a roaring campfire, tall tales, cowboy coffee, huge steaks, and of course, song. Our wagons left from the charming Roosevelt Lodge, a spot we would have loved to spend a couple nights at with its tiny cabins and log construction. The cousins got a game of tag in while we waited for the horses to get hitched, and Daddy snuck off to buy the kids graphic bandannas as mementos. Along the wagon trail we were told colorful stories of the park’s history and geography. We saw lots of yellow-bellied marmots, and once we reached our cookout destination, the kids were free to pet the horses and explore the area. We filled-up on cowboy grub while cowboy sang us old songs from the 1800's. Then we all joined together and sang Home on the Range before heading back to the hotel in our covered, orange wagons. So fun!
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Meet three of my all-time favorite people: Mr. Noodle, Miss Frijoles and The 8 year old.
