James’ mom and her main squeeze Larry came to visit us last week! They are from Atlanta and they came on their motorcycle. Yes, you read that right. On their motorcycle. All the way from Atlanta to Salt Lake City.
As an RVer, this sounds like torture. But hey, they loved the adventure, so who am I to judge? And at their age, I have to admit it’s quite impressive. Still, give me my traveling bathroom any day of the week.
I learned, during their stay, that I am allergic to rodeos. James decided it would be fun to rustle up the whole crew and head to a rodeo an hour outside of Salt Lake City, in a town called Francis. We even dressed the part…city slickers in their shiny boots, hats, and big belt buckles (can I get a “hee haw!”).
Here’s James, then son Tyler and his wife Anna with my grandbabies Amelia and Eli. James’ mom in the pink and her beau Larry.
What we DIDN’T bring was much cash. After all, who carries cash anymore? Turns out in Francis, Utah, rodeos are cash only events, and the nearest ATM is in the neighboring town of Kamas. We all pooled our loose change and came up with enough for the entry fees, and then daughter Mackenzie (the hair stylist) and her boyfriend showed up after work with plenty of cash to cover our not-so-fit rodeo food purchases.
Here’s me with daughter Mackenzie….thanks for feeding us all, Mackenzie! We would’ve starved without you!
About 30 minutes in to the rodeo, the sneezes started. And then the nasal drip. It wasn’t just me! About half the crowd was creating a sneezing symphony. It was weird. James’ mom, Darlyn, pointed out in the brochure that the rodeo used a new product they were quite proud of, “Arena Blend,” which has “vitrified shale” in it to keep the dust levels low. I don’t know what that is, but here I am a week later, and this city girl still ain’t right. Perhaps the rodeo life isn’t for me.
But how cute is granddaughter Amelia at the rodeo?!?
Even more disappointing, there was no Mutton Busting! That’s the whole reason we went! If you aren’t familiar, Mutton Busting is this horrible yet fascinating event where parents allow their small children to ride on the backs of terrified sheep. The gates open, and the sheep starts sprinting through the stadium with the child clutching its neck. The child’s objective: hold on for dear life. Usually, the child’s fall off the sheep’s back isn’t pretty. They’ll get thrown, stepped on, and will inevitably end up face planted down in the Arena Blend. It’s hilarious, horrifying…yet you can’t look away! Anna, my crazy fearless daughter-in-law would enter Amelia in a heartbeat. Luckily, my son Tyler is a bit more fretful and overprotective. I think Amelia will be safe; I just have to always make sure Tyler comes along to babysit his wife Anna at any future rodeo.
So! That was pretty much the highlight of our week. Our next adventure coming up shortly will be heading to Iowa to see some more family. Hopefully, your current RVing adventures are filled with new experiences, amazing fitness opportunities, and heck…maybe you’ll even find a little rodeo fun yourself (don’t forget to bring cash)! Giddyup!