Cheyenne Frontier Days gives you a taste of the Wild West and gives me a strong hankering to be a cowboy. Last weekend was the main Frontier Days parade, where horses and old wagons out number people. I had gotten tickets to the rodeo as a gift several months ago. They patiently waited on the fridge, until last week. It’s neat to be able to throw on cowboy boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a Stetson and fit right in with the hundreds of ranchers, cowboys, farmers, and other westerners. Someday, I wouldn’t mind trading in my mountain bike for a horse. For now, I live vicariously through country music and watching through the barbed wire fences.