Who wouldn’t want to spend a few days in Phoenix in the middle of winter – especially with a bunch of like-minded cowboys, crackers, buckaroos and punchers from Winnemucca to Ridge Spring? That’s mostly a rhetorical question. If your name is Wayne Pacelle, you may want to skip to the next question. I, however, couldn’t have been more thrilled to cancel winter for a couple of days and hop on down to the sunny desert country. I had a problem, though.