And They Call The Thing Rodeo:
The Escapade was held in a multi-purpose park in Gillette that not only had meeting rooms and tons of full hook-up RV sites, but also a track and rodeo arena -- and, on July 3rd, we wandered in to watch a local rodeo. While there were adult events, the children's events were the most fun -- little cowboys and cowgirls on big horses, wearing tiny cowboy boots and five gallon hats, learning, as it was, "the ropes." One man was teaching his small son how to rope and tie a goat (the goat didn't like it, but it did walk away to be roped another day), and cultures were clashing when a teenage cowboy sat casually on his horse as he talked on his cell phone. Yes, this is certainly Wyoming.
The Solo's Picnic:
The Solos were going to have a simple get-together with hot dogs and chips before the fireworks -- but everyone brought food, food, and more food -- so much we had to have three tables to hold it all! The keg ran out early, the hot dogs barely made it around, and everyone had a wonderful time. And what price can you put on overcoming your apprehensions and jumping on the back of that big motorcycle for your first-ever ride?
Motorcycle Ride -- before and after:
The Gillette fireworks were shot off from the rodeo arena, so we all had front row seats. Amateurs also put on a fabulous show from a nearby field -- they started in late afternoon, paused during the official fireworks, and started again afterwards.
Happy Birthday, America!