Monday, August 4, 2014

Our First Rodeo

You know how in old cowboy shows, the older people usually say something like, "Son, this ain't my first rodeo," meaning they know what they're doing so you better trust them? Well, I had never heard that saying until I came to college, so I didn't know what that meant! My husband had to explain that to me (there are some disadvantages of growing up in a home with immigrant parents). As I was researching local things to do during our year of dates, I saw that there were several rodeos going on in Utah (and they're actually pretty big here), so I knew this was my chance to get to some western culture into me. But since no one in our clan had ever been to a rodeo before (except for Dad), we decided it had to be a family date instead. It's quite important that our family be familiar with and take advantage of local cultural events. Being the fashionable cowboys and cowgirls that we are, we put on our checkered shirts and boots and headed down to the Spanish Fork Fiesta Days for our first rodeo. I was very excited, to say the least, and even moreso that I could get around with Boston in my wheelchair because of the accessibility of the stadium.

Spanish Fork
As a novice spectator, everything was exciting, especially when the animals and their riders came out. We saw beautiful girls on beautiful horses riding around the stadium while doing acrobatics. They were so in tuned with their horses. It was touching to see how they loved each other. Little Holly was convinced she needed to get on a horse soon after, or at least enter in the mutton bust next year. haha. 

So mutton bustin'. How did I not know such a funny thing existed? I hadn't seen anything as hilarious as children holding onto a running sheep for dear life for as long as they can. Those kids were brave! Some were victorious and stayed on for some 7+ seconds while others fell down right away. For the victorious ones, this may be the beginning to a really successful riding career (I couldn't believe how much the professional riders are making per year!)

Spanish Fork

Spanish Fork

I saw some curious things at the rodeo. For a particular event, the rider on a horse and was supposed to lasso a running goat, jump off, catch it, and bind its legs together. It was pretty cool. I bet it took tons of talent and skill to do that. I can't imagine anyone in my family doing that (we're pretty comfortable spectating)! But that event wasn't anywhere as crazy as the bull riding. It was agonizingly painful to watch. Those bulls were out of control! I can't believe the men would hold on through all of that bucking and the pain! But I can definitely see why they get paid the big bucks.

Spanish Fork

We had a really good time and got to see some fun things. Boston had his fill of fun as well. He would move from side to side on my lap to follow the riders, and was even startled a few times. We'll be entering him in mutton bustin' someday and maybe he'll win a buck or two! Not bad for our first rodeo. I may be warming up to the idea of staying in cowboy country :)