Georgia Platt

Georgia Romios Platt was a true Wyoming cowgirl. She could rope, ride, fix fence, hunt, operate haying equipment, and then still cook a hearty meal for the crew. She was born November 21,1928 to Frank and Alice Romios, on the ranch outside of Encampment, Wyoming. She grew up working on the family ranch driving work horses to mow and harvest the hay fields and herded the family sheep in the mountains. She loved horses and was a really good little horsewoman, never missing an opportunity to ride, even in the most extreme conditions of Wyoming's bitter cold winters and springs. She trapped muskrats to buy a saddle and rode that saddle until she could no longer ride a horse. She attended school on Beaver Creek, which was located on the Platt Ranch where she would end up spending the rest of her life.

On November 15,1950, Georgia rode across the stock trail on her horse, Cactus, also known as Puddin Head, and married Wayne W. Platt. They drug an old cabin in about a half a mile from the Headquarters and made themselves a home where they raised two daughters.

She was a dead shot hunter and always killed, field dressed, and cut up all the meat for her family. She raised beautiful gardens and canned all the harvest, along with making jams and jellies for the long winter months. She was not a stranger to hard work, helping her husband Wayne any way she could, helping him survey ditches, branding, weaning, preg-testing, and calving.

She would watch the calving barn when Wayne was otherwise occupied. She taught her girls to do the same. She cooked a lot for the crew and at branding time, and the hunters from the family outfitting business. No one would go away from her table half full. She loved her family and the ranching way of life. She never complained except to mention the cold east wind that blew in the winter.

One of the many things she will be remembered for is her uncanny ability with horses and dogs. She could catch a horse anywhere. She broke a good portion of the ranch’s colts for years. Her love for the outdoors and the ranch made her a priceless asset to any rancher. No one ever had to check a pasture after Georgia rode it. She took back strays, and kept the cattle where they were supposed to be. She loved to ride in the mountains and Damn If I Know Park was her favorite. She was truly one of the ultimate Wyoming cowgirls.