Friday, August 29, 2008

YeeeeHaaaw!!!

Got to Clinton just in time to see my cousin win today's races. Turns out chuckwagon racing is dangerous, crazy, fun. Wicked fun. One guy got thrown from a horse during the melee of rounding the barrels. He flew through the air like a t-shirt shot from one of those cannons at a MLB ballpark. Ambulances screamed onto the field, horses shied all around, women swooned.

Okay, maybe women didn't swoon. Maybe just one woman. I thought the guy was dead. He looked like a rag doll on the ground. But a few minutes later, he walked off to catch his horse. Cowboys are tough, I tell you.

And sweet. A horse was down on the ground, sick. A dozen cowboys gathered to help. They picked it up and put it on its feet. Um. Do you know what a horse weighs? Me, neither, but it's a lot. Those cowboys were S-W-E-A-T-I-N-G.

Made for a nice view.

I hope you all are having as great a Labor Day Weekend as I am. More soon.

6 comments:

Amber said...

Hi you.

Have you ever read Pinoneer Woman (blog) ? You might like it if you liked them thar cowboys. i think it is a kick.

ox :)

Nancy said...

Nothing like sweaty cowboys to start a great weekend! Keep the adventure stories coming!

riversgrace said...

Ok, we need an update. I've been checking for a day now....please, tell all.

kario said...

You are such an inspiration, a free spirit. I love it. Revel in this time! And don't forget to share....

Stacy said...

ah the memories of the West, and sweet, sweaty cowboys. Glad you are having fun.

Deb said...

I hope you're continuing to enjoy "the sights". The tight jeans, the big buckles, the boots. What a combination!