Cowboying is hard work. And then sometimes it’s the altitude that gets you. | Yellowstone

“The Bunkhouse Orchestra” is a mighty fine ol’ cowboy song, penned by the legendary poet Badger Clark, who’s as much a part o’ cowboy lore as spurs and saddle leather. This song paints a picture of a bunch of dusty cowpokes gatherin’ ‘round in the bunkhouse after a long day on the range. They ain’t no polished musicians, mind you, no sir! They’re scratchin’ on a fiddle, beatin’ on a washtub, plunkin’ a mouth harp, and maybe tappin’ on a tin plate for a bit o’ rhythm. But oh, the spirit they stir

A place where history and tradition meet the future. The “Hotel de Cowpunch,” a cowboy bunkhouse upstairs from the renowned Severe Brothers Saddlery workshop, has hosted countless rodeo legends and world champions for over 60 years. | Wrangler

Crossing the covered steel bridge into Perkinsville aboard Verde Canyon Railroad feels like a journey straight into the old Wild West. 🌵 As the wheels roll across the bridge, and the scenery opens up to an old ranch, time seems to rewind. Out here, history isn’t just remembered—it’s still standing. You’ll spot the old cowboy bunkhouse where ranch hands once rested under starlit skies, the weathered base of a water tower once used by steam engines and the original depot. In the 1960s, a few scen