BBCW Art Museum - Part 1

We were on the way back to Tennessee the first time we stood in front of this statue.

I had walked away from a well paying and high profile job in Juneau, Alaska.

A job I had been hired to do as a result of a national search.

They looked all over the country when recruiting for the job, hired me, treated me............badly, and less than 18 months after moving to Juneau I walked away.

I was exhausted mentally and physically, and an empty, shell-shocked woman boarded the ferry bound for the Lower 48.

Along with a man and a dog.

We were headed back to our lives in Tennessee when we (on the spur of the moment) decided to make a side trip to Cody WY.

To say the least, we were initially unimpressed.

It was March, there was no snow on the ground, and the beige and barren landscape surrounding Cody was uninspiring.

We drove through town and then found ourselves at the huge statue (above) of Buffalo Bill Cody.

Climbing out of the vehicles we walked up the stairs leading to the statue and I looked out at the hills surrounding us.

"It looks like the Afghan-Pakistan Border Region".....................

When we came back to Cody in late September of 2017 I looked at LC and said "This is the third time we've been back to Cody.  We keep coming back here.  We need to pay attention to that."

After being gypsies for too many years we've finally decided to pay attention to the place that kept calling us back................

Early in December we went to the Buffalo Bill Center of the West for a free visit.

A gift before Christmas, from the museum to the residents of Cody.

On that day we purchased a gift for ourselves - an annual membership to the museum, and since that day we have already visited three more times.

A couple of weeks ago I met LC outside the museum after my store closed.

It was a warm day and we briefly walked around the grounds of the museum with Kory before heading indoors.

There are bronze statues all over the museum grounds.

Many large.  Many small.  All related to the cowboy, Native American and wildlife icons of this western region...................

The walk outside was brief, and after loading pup back into the truck LC and I excitedly headed for the main entrance of the museum.

On this quiet afternoon, we would be wandering around the art museum.................