Yesterday, Henry, Ruth and I went to check out the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in downtown Cody while Jeff finished up his work for the week. It's really five museums in one: the Buffalo Bill Museum, Cody Firearms Museum, Whitney Gallery of Western Art, Plains Indian Museum and the Draper Museum of Natural History.
The kids loved the natural history museum. They had lots of animal specimens like buffalo, bear, elk, deer, mountain goats and bighorn sheep. They also had a log cabin where Henry tried on a buffalo coat and Ruth wore a leather jacket. They really enjoyed playing the "Scat and Tracks" game where you had to figure out which samples of poop and footprints belonged to which animal. It was rubber representations of both, but I still found it kinda gross. Kids apparently do not.
The kids loved the natural history museum. They had lots of animal specimens like buffalo, bear, elk, deer, mountain goats and bighorn sheep. They also had a log cabin where Henry tried on a buffalo coat and Ruth wore a leather jacket. They really enjoyed playing the "Scat and Tracks" game where you had to figure out which samples of poop and footprints belonged to which animal. It was rubber representations of both, but I still found it kinda gross. Kids apparently do not.
Then we toured a special exhibition of Lewis and Clark paintings by an artist named Charles Fritz. Ruth spotted Sacagawea and Henry tried to figure out which on was Lewis and which one was Clark. Some of the paintings showed the extreme hardships of the Corps of Discovery, and made our stormy driving experience near Billings seem like nothing.
Before heading out, we went through the Buffalo Bill exhibit. The kids got to sit on a saddle and look at elaborate saddles decked out with gems and silver. Henry looked at all the Buffalo Bill show posters and asked lots of questions.
From July 1-4, Cody celebrates the Cody Stampede. It includes a special rodeo, concerts, and a street fair with artisans from the area. On the way back to the car, we walked through the street fair and picked up some souvenirs. Henry got a dream catcher with a bighorn sheep on it, Ruth got a beaded bracelet, and I got a handmade necklace with turquoise beads.
The perils of having a child who can read continue. Henry saw a sign in one of the booths that said: "We don't skinny dip, we chunky dunk." He had no idea what it meant, but liked the words chunky dunk. It also had a hippo on it. Henry loves hippos and wanted the sign. I explained what skinny dipping is (and chunky dunking) and said the sign probably wasn't a good purchase. Well, Henry and Ruth thought it was so funny that they've been uttering the phrase over and over.
And Henry still wants to buy the sign.
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