Greetings from Cheyenne, Wyoming!
It all started in The Outlaw, a popular local bar where we stopped in for a drink on our first night in Cheyenne
. There was so much to take in: professional rodeo cowboys in their ten-gallon hats, line dancing, a country band playing...but all of that fled my mind when our waitress came over to take our drink order.
And suddenly it was as they were everywhere.
Brown, black, tan...square toe
, pointed toe...mid-calf to just below the knee...pink stitching, blue stitching...
Sure, the look's been done, and cowboy boots come in and out of fashion. But in Wyoming, the authenticity was just so appealing. In fact, one of my favorite pairs was sported by a the girlfriend of a rodeo cowboy -- herself a calf roper.
You can see what's coming next, of course. I had to have cow(girl) boots. Had to get a pair right there in Cheyenne.
An investment, I thought: authentic Western boots purchased in Wyoming. I'd have them the rest of my life, each year getting softer and more broken in.
New obsession firmly in mind, I did some investigating and soon found the perfect boot-shopping destination: The Wrangler, a giant three-story store right in the heart of downtown Cheyenne's train depot square since 1943.
So on July 4, fittingly timed to America's birthday, I dragged my male travel partner into The Wrangler [and to his credit, he uttered not a word of complaint].
And there in the back was cowboy boot heaven: rows and rows of boots, all organized by size. Every stitching and toe type and heel and height and color you can imagine. Brands like Justin, Ariat, Lucchese, Durango, Tony Lama. The real deal.
A wonderful salesperson came over to steer me through the maze of leather. After explaining that I'd fallen in love with a pair I saw at The Outlaw, she brought over a two-tone pair, black on brown. But it didn't matter - my eyes were on the salesperson's own pair. Wonderfully broken in, aged brown leather, square toe and low heel. They were perfect, and I told her so.
She promptly took them off and offered them to me to try on - of course not to purchase, but to see the difference in a broken-in pair.
They were a dream. Comfy, soft, sturdy, solid, heavy, gorgeous, authentic...and of course, hers.
I returned them to her, wistfully. The perfect cowgirl boots.
She brought me a few more to try on, but none quite fit the bill.
In the end, I never did buy a pair. I gave the boots' purchase the 24-hour rule, and the next day, although I still wanted boots, I wanted broken-in, soft, authentic ones, not the stiff, shiny, squeaky-new pair.
My cowgirl phase came and went. But if you're in Wyoming, don't miss the Wrangler - and the glorious footwear to be found on the local populace.
Laura - Thank you for your guest blog post from Cheyenne. Loved it! The good ol' 24-hour rule! Enjoy your road trip across America and we hope that you will send us more of your "delicious shoe" stories.
Until next time, bon voyage!



























