Monday, July 20, 2015
Here is Miss A's report: The rodeo was good, because there were fireworks, buckin broncos, and there was a bull named Wolverine and he tried to gore one of the cowboys! And no one had ever ridden him. There were little kids on sheep too that got bucked off and some hung on to the sheep. There were riders that lit up with lights on them because it was the hundredth year and there was a stage coach that lit up too. The first night we were there the lit up horses braided and did cool stuff and never ran into each other. The whole arena was dark and there were lights, lots and lots of lights before that happened. The next night there was a little foal and its mom. After all that there was cattle roping. Two people didn't make it. I can't believe there's a queen cowgirl and lots of princess cowgirls!
Miss M, about a steer (male teenage cow): Look at its milk thing flipping back and forth!
Miss A, at the end of the first night: Since the bulls didn't gore anyone it was kind of boring.
My report: The girls' first rodeo! And my first rodeo in an air conditioned arena. I liked it. The girls were so fun to watch. Miss A was riveted, both nights. The first night Miss M paid pretty good attention, and her favorite thing was a girl in front of us wearing a sequin covered royal blue cowboy hat that had lights around the brim. The second night she was so tired she just sort of zoned out. Miss R was so tired and wired from so many weeks of our trip, that she spent the whole first night being a bucking bronco, and doing quite accurate impressions. Luckily we had a few empty seats around us so she had some space. The second night she was so "firsty," that nothing else could hold her attention. The second night was rough...
Some things to remember: The Snake River Stampeders! A drill team, which means they gallop around on their horses doing complex formations and almost running into each other. In the pitch dark. Pretty impressive. Also, the One Armed Bandit, a man with, yes, one arm, who rode around at a gallop while cracking a whip. And then, had two bull buffalo come out! We were excited to see buffalo. His act culminated with him on his mule and his two buffalo climbing on top of a moving horse trailer and spinning around. Who knew you could train buffalo to do tricks? I must have one. The last night of the rodeo started with something cute/ sad. They had a big wooden box decorated like a birthday cake, since it's the 100th anniversary of the rodeo. Fireworks went off on top of it, then it opened, and out came a cute little tiny pinto foal! But it was so scared and freaked out! Imagine being in a dark box with loud fireworks on it, then the door opens, and you run out into a huge arena filled with deafening music and thousands of screaming people. They released the mom to run around with it, which was better, but I thought it was pretty cruel. The worst thing about the rodeo was the noise. The music, (which why play loud rock music constantly?) was truly deafening. The announcer was so loud that you couldn't hear him clearly. With my fingers pressed in my ears it was on the loud side of just right. The best thing? The bucking broncs. And the bulls. With names like "Bath Bubbles" and "Foofy Foofy." They were gorgeous and glorious.
Posted by Janette at 9:39 AM