Sun, Shrimp, and Street Sights

As I write this, it is only a few degrees above zero, and I sure do miss that balmy Las Vegas weather.  Here are a few more stories from my time in the sun.
·    We spent one afternoon at an outdoor challenge course. Montana and Wyoming people were loving the weather, and Nevada and Arizona people were wearing jackets. I got a sunburn. Not that it takes a lot. You know how they say that 50 SPF sunscreen gives you 50 times your natural protection from the sun?  Yeah, 50 times 5 seconds doesn’t get very far.
·    One of the challenge activities involved partners balancing on two beams arranged in a “V” shape.  You were supposed to link hands over your head like “London Bridge” and move down the “V” farther away from each other. The leader guy kept telling us the secret was to tuck our butt in, and when previous pairs of people went down the beam, he would adjust their posture. Physically, not verbally. The first time my partner and I tried, we made it halfway and I stepped off the beam. He told me I was afraid of falling. I told him I was afraid he was going to touch my butt. Poor guy, he probably hasn’t recovered even now.
·    One of the other attendees was a cross-country ski instructor. She said when she was trying to teach little kids to ski, which also involves tucking one’s butt in, she told them to “do the shrimp”.  Of course, this became an instant catchphrase for the entire week.
·    We saw two distinct versions of mimes on the streets of Las Vegas – ones you thought were statues, and homeless guys dressed in camo who jumped out at you from the bushes in front of Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville restaurant. Toss up for who made more tip money, I suspect.
All told, it was a great conference. I learned a whole lot and met some truly fabulous Extension professionals from all over the West. And dang, the weather was great! Next week, I’ll be taking some time off to go to the ranch and help my folks with calving. In my past experience, from exhaustion comes hilarity, so I’ll be sure to share that – and baby calf pictures – with you all.
Yours in travel,
The Asphalt Cowgirl

“Now our windshield’s a painting that hangs in our room, It changes each mile like the radio tune” —Rodeo Moon, Chris Ledoux

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