We stopped at this National Historic Site. It is still only partially restored but the visit is really made by the interactions with the folks in period costume and roles. We had a great time.
Our wagon master drove us around the ranch in an open wagon drawn by Radar and Hawkeye, two beautiful, ink-black Percheron horses. He told us all about the days when they bred and raised these kings of the urban workhorse (THE horse for firecompanies in the US). They are physically perfect for that demanding service because of their bone and hoof structure. It was a wonderful story. A much less wonderful story was that of the millions of Percheron killed in war where they were used to pull weapons and wagons of ammunition and stores. They had a 5-7 day lifespan on the battlefield. Very interesting but depressing tidbit.

I lassoed a calf.

OK, so it was a sawhorse with a plastic cow head.  Still, with just one short lesson I managed
to twirl the rope loop overhead with that fancy twist of the wrist and get it
over the head.  Pretty impressive, even
if I do say so myself.

Roundup camp hosted by the Cook

She fed us cowboy grub, campfire coffee & bannock
(dutchoven bread) with jam and honey and told us tales about life for the
cowboys during the huge roundups during the period of open range ranching.  It involved complicated logistics, some
pretty skilled horsemanship, and a lot of hard work.  She did a great job with the storytelling and
the cooking.