This Sunday marks the convergence of two of my favorite days – the Summer Solstice and Father’s Day.
On the solstice I like to conduct my annual “as-long-as-it’s-daylight-I-am-doing-something” day. It’s sort of a weeklong Cody vacation compressed into 16½ hours. That means I am outside and active. I know a few people who could spend the whole day in a saddle, on the river or hiking a trail. I plan on doing all of those things and more.
This year will be special, however, as I have convinced my father (he doesn’t like it when I refer to him as “my old man”) to join me. That means we have to eat our breakfast and be out of the house by the time the sun rises officially at 5:31 a.m. That won’t be a problem for an old rancher like my father who has been getting up early pretty much all of his life. The hard part will be keeping him awake until the sun sets at 9:04 p.m.
I thought we would start with a hike to help get the blood pumping and to take advantage of our cool Cody mornings. Because our hikes inevitably end at any number of favorite fishing spots, we better remember to bring our waders, rods and reels. Dad prefers dry flies while I am more of a nymph person.
Since this is supposed to be a fun day and not some sort of forced march, we will space out several activities throughout the day and not hurry to any of them. We do like to raft or kayak in the afternoon when the day is at its warmest, but we learned that over-planning just makes one of us (him, not me, no way) grumpy.
Among our options are a bicycle ride around town, a visit to furniture makers, a flight in a powered hang glider, a tour of our art galleries and just enjoying a cold one on the porch of the Irma while the gunfighters pretend to shoot each other.
Another option is to spend a “history” day that includes the Buffalo Bill Center of the West, Heart Mountain WWII Interpretive Center, Old Trail Town and the Cody Dug Up Gun Museum.
At some point we will probably get in a trail ride with one dad’s rancher friends.
It’s our tradition to finish up the day at the Cody Nite Rodeo. It’s hard for my dad to fall asleep since he knows practically everyone at the rodeo grounds. Even if the old dude (don’t tell him I said that) wanted to nod off, someone is always shaking his hand and catching up.
I cannot think of a better way to spend Father’s Day. Or the Summer Solstice.
Until next week, I am lovin’ life, my dad and vitamin D in Cody Wyo.