Coming out of East Yellowstone, Iz Too passed its first driving test – Sylvan Pass, 8,425 – with no sweat.
Shortly afterwards, we arrived in Cody, Wyoming, the home of Buffalo Bill and the Cody Stampede.
For us, it was the home of a cramped, isolated RV park several miles out of town. Most RV parks have stores selling rig-related gear and area souvenirs. This one has a gun store.
We went to the Cody Cattle Company show Friday night, which included dinner, music (the fiddle/mandolin player’s parts seemed suspiciously instrument-syched at times, but the guitar and bass players were great) and free tickets to the rodeo next door. 
During our hour at the rodeo, there were about five minutes of bronco-riding and calf-roping. The rest of the time was spent listening to my-country-right-or-wrong rhetoric, endless plugs for sponsors and (especially) cringe-worthy humor from the public-address announcer. The treatment of the animals was not our (especially Ginny’s) favorite experience of the trip. 
We awoke Saturday morning to pouring rain and a dog needing to go outside repeatedly due to her sensitive plumbing system. 
However, the skies brightened and we had an interesting afternoon at the Buffalo Bill museum. The town of Cody was literally founded by Buffalo Bill, who was one of the greatest showmen of the late 19th/early 20th centuries. 
Sunday, we head east to South Dakota. We’ll be at Mount Rushmore all week, then it’s on to Brookings for our Habitat For Humanity build starting next weekend.
Ah Wyoming. Cody sounds waaaay changed from the days we lived in WY. We lived in Gillette, Wy ’85/88-we loved having Yellowstone a day’s drive away, Rapid City, S Dakota, Deadwood and the Stones Presidents as well as Devils Tower. Saw my first “Soddy”/tho it had lost its roof and was eroding. I remember abundant wildlife-and buffalos, Belguim horse ranch. Glad you have missed WY freakish hail storms! IZ 2! Hope it fits you all to a tee! Miss all y’all!