5:00 A.M Departure – Headed east, trying to get to the west. The Old West that is.
Just east of California and Nevada, and a bit north of Colorado and Utah, lies the land where buffalo roamed and nomadic tribes followed along. The land of the Cheyenne, Apache, Navajo, Comanche, Sioux and Blackfeet. Brave and strong all.
The land where Custer made his last stand. A place where Wyatt Earp, Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickok made their mark in Deadwood.
Buffalo Bill Cody and Annie Oakley sharpened their skills here, and once perfected they entertained the world with Buffalo Bills Wild West Show. This isn’t ancient history, this is our history. Just imagine, Buffalo Bill died about the same time my father, Cy Boysen, was born.
This was a place where folks square danced long before there was line dancing. (You all know about “The Git Up” don’t you. If not, have a kid tell you about It – watch it, learn it and dance it, you’ll have fun).
But I digress.
This is the land of the pioneers. The land of forty acres and a mule. This is where my uncle, Eddie Boysen, was a national rodeo star. The Great Plains where my uncle Morris was born in a mud house. A place that Jess and Mary Boysen, and Charles and Margaret Parry, my Grandparents, raised their children and instilled in them values that we still try to live by today.
This is where Cy and Dolores Boysen started their family. A family which I am proud to say I am a member of.
I look forward to this trip back.
Cowboys, Canyons and Cars 