From Buffalo to Cody today and what seems like groundhog day. The journey across the mid west really brings home how vast this country is and how few people live here, we drive through towns with populations ranging from ten to a few thousand. It's another 200 or so miles today and the last 50 or so miles sees the landscape change from flat grassland to wrinkles that give an indication of the geological mayhem to come. We roll into Cody, definite frontier territory stuff without a doubt, and find our campsite and more importantly, a WalMart. We love these stores, where else can you do a weeks shop, buy tyres for your car and a shotgun! The usual process of checking in, finding the site, hooking up and unpacking stuff goes as usual and we kill a few hours before heading out for a Friday night tradition of hot dogs, beer and rodeo. We get a bus to the rodeo 'stadium' and take our seats looking down onto the chutes (the traps that the broncos and bulls are released from). First up this evening are the broncos which manage to throw off their riders in seconds with only a few riders managing to hang on for the full eight seconds, doesn't sound like much does it but believe me when these guys come out of the chutes and you start counting, it seems to take forever. I'm fairly certain it's the other way round for the riders. We watch riders rope calves, a calf scramble (hundreds of kids and two calves with ribbons on their tails, being chased until the ribbons are grabbed and winners pronounced) and horse slalom. Eventually the bulls are shoehorned into the chutes for the highlight of the evening. Bulls weighing up to ¾ of a ton are strapped and released with a cowboy trying to hang onto them for the full eight seconds, it's insane!! The rodeo clowns wrangle the bulls as rider after rider are bucked unceremoniously to the ground, it's difficult to know whether you're cheering for the bull or the rider but it's good fun all the same. The show finishes and we head back to the bus where we're joined by guests from another hotel who are on a motorcycling holiday. Many of them are South American and we are treated to good humoured renditions of La Cucaracha, La Macarena and Tequila with everyone joining in. Tomorrow we'll finally be in Yellowstone.