The Cloverdale Rodeo.
Came and went this past weekend. This year celebrated sixty-five years of riding bulls and broncos.
We went for a visit.
Did not however, pay the small fortune required to be entertained by fearless cowboys trying to stay put on wild animals.
We went mainly to help out at the Gospel Booth. Hand out balloons and free literature to the many passersby. Encourage little people to "come into the Ark". Lots of fun. And after a couple of hours, when several others showed up to assist, it meant we could leave and go explore the sights.
And spend money.
Caramel apples were $5 a piece.
At that price, we made do with just one. To share.
Which, in this particular case meant that the girls licked off the caramel, and the loving parents ate the apple. Loving parents.
So, with all of us licking our lips for one reason or another... off we went to tour the grounds. Modelled some cowboy hats, posed for CTV, climbed on tractors (not me). Not quite enough excitement for our little cowgirls, though. They were persistently begging for rides.
Not rides on bolting bulls or bucking broncs or squirming sheep.
But rides on the Fairway. Crazy cowgirls.
Look at those happy faces.
Disneyland, here we come!