Picaresque: I've Been to the Fort for a Horse With No Name

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

I've Been to the Fort for a Horse With No Name

Arrived at the Fort Washakie powwow grounds at 9:30 a.m. for the advertised "Horse Regalia" show and saw a few horse trailers. Ten o'clock, the advertised time, rolled around and I thought "Indian Time" which means as soon after the hour as everybody gets it together. Then the horse trailers started pulling out-so I asked. A roping was supposed to take place at 1:00. Killing time, I drove to Washakie Dam, found a hole in the fence and took some pictures of the reservoir. Returning to the Fort, I checked the electronic sign at the Tribal Offices. A feast was scheduled for noon and it was noon. While I know I would be welcome, I always feel I am taking food out of the mouths of folks who can use it better than I. So I moseyed home. Some you win, some you lose. Wish we would be rained out. Enjoyed myself anyway. It is 93 degrees and I am under air conditioning until it cools off.