We decided to visit Sheridan, Wyoming, because Rebecca wanted to see a Cowboy Town, and the internet suggests Sheridan is the prototypical Cowboy Town.
We missed the rodeo by a week, so perhaps if we’d been a week earlier we’d have seen more cowboys.
That said, the town itself is pretty authentic. The most authentic establishment in town is the Mint Bar, a real cowboy bar.
There are scads of western and moderns sculptures all over town.
Our needs were, however, well met by the town. I found an oil-change shop that changed the oil in the Weg Wam in a matter of minutes, then I got the tires rotated at a tire shop for next to nothing.
The cherry on the ice cream was finding a bike shop where my handlebars were replaced, so my bike is once again ridable.
We found an outstanding brewpub in town, the Black Tooth Brewery, where they poured an IPA cleverly called Indian Paintbrush. The banners in the rafters suggested the brewery is a champion, and I concur. I thought the Indian Paintbrush was the best brew sampled so far in either version of the trip.
We went for a long walk along a series of walk-/bikeways through town, along Goose Creek, as well as a gulch, I suppose it might be, that has been converted into a series of ponds and wetlands between subdivisions.
The Wyo Theater in Sheridan was hosting the Wyoming Theater Festival. We saw the play “Utah,” by Sean Michael Welch, in an intimate setting with a seating capacity of maybe 30. The play was so well-attended they had to bring in another row of chairs.
The play, set in a chain bookstore, was well-acted, humorous, and well-timed.