Last summer we had the privilege of watching our hero compete in his first ranch rodeo. It was the most fun and exciting thing for us. Us being me and the kids. I think My Cowboy would rather I didn’t mention it. Cause they didn’t win. I could care less if they won or not. Wait, I didn’t say that. I DID want them to win. But it was fun just watching him in an arena – whether he won or not. Anyways. I’ll stop before i dig too deep a hole for myself. He was part of a team that included our friends, Lane and Karmen. And Karmens dad; Mr. Brickman. lane and Karmen live here on the X-Bar, too. Lane works with My Cowboy every day. Karmen helps, too. I am the only house-bound person. But that’s ok. I don’t know how to rope to save my life.
Notice the white shirt and short chinks? This is summer gear. designed to keep one cool. The sun out here is so hot, and there is no humidity, so long sleeves actually keep you cooler. Or at least keep you from burning. There is a reason for every article of clothing that cowboys wear. (Although I haven’t figured out a good reason for creased Wranglers.)
Amazingly, we had half our church show up for the rodeo!! Even though it was a 1.5 hour drive for most of them. And some good friends from Montana… I still am slightly shocked that they would drive that far. But then again, so would I, to watch My Cowboy compete. Here are a few of the kids.