As the song says, “Don’t call him a cowboy until you’ve seen him ride.” So, how can you claim to be a Texas until you’ve been to a Rodeo? We have a friend who is from Texas. Now this is distinct and separate from being a Texan. He grew up in Texas and even owned horses at one point. But. . . I found out he had NEVER been to a Rodeo! Of course I had mercy on him, never teased him, or introduced him as, “my friend from Texas who has never been to a rodeo.” As circumstance would have it we met he and his wife (otherwise a really nice person) in Custer, SD for a three week visit. They are fulltime RVers and we’re fulltime wannabes. In RVing from Custer to Texas we found out that the NE State Association Rodeo Finals were taking place about the time we’re making our way thru the state. So North Platte, NE, here we come – -Rodeo and all. Continue reading
You’re not a Texan until you’ve been to a Rodeo!
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When you’re from the lowlands of Louisiana, having your morning coffee with a majestic view of the Rockies in the distance is awe inspiring. Our perch at the Boulder County Fairgrounds in Longmont, CO, gave us a view of the mountains being painted by the rising sun in the morning and a silhouette in the evening. This morning was different. We packed a picnic lunch and set out to explore 
