Last night, we were treated to excellent tickets to the rodeo at the National Western Stock Show in Denver. This is kind of a big deal; we rarely go out during the week, virtually never all the way down the hill. But after school, we loaded up the Bug and the Bunny and met up with Aunt Jessie and Andy, cowgirl hats and all.
The kids were really excited, and actually remembered some of it from our visit one afternoon last year. We walked through the exhibits, including one where some rescue birds (bald eagle, peregrine falcon, owl) showed off their stuff. We had milk, juice and beers. And then we went into the rodeo.
I was surprised by how much both of the girls enjoyed it. They watched the formation riders at the beginning and clapped their little fannies off. They watched the bronco riding and the calf roping, enjoyed some hot dogs and potato chips and played with my phone for a while, and returned their attention to the ring when the barrel racing began.
Yeah, they were up way past their bedtimes, but sometimes that just has to happen. The rodeo is pretty cool, it's a very out-west-y thing to do and I think it's a great experience for them to have.