We went to the flea market. The parking lot was full of cars, everyone and their cousin is there from Minnesota, Iowa and Wisconsin. Those midwestern snowbirds love a good bargin. When we took this picture the cowboy who was selling hats said we looked like an poster for Brokeback Mountain.
Speaking of gay cowboys...we ran into this guy up at an old gold mining town later in the day. A group of wannabe cowboys perform a street shootout every hour. The guns were above and beyond loud. Everyone was dressed up for the occasion. It was a good show with my ears plugged. One of the rare instances you wish you could just turn off your hearing aids.