Living in the Wild, Wild (Mid) West

I love going to Rodeos. Not quite sure why since we didn't really go to rodeos when I was young, but I still love them. There's something so hometown America about riding horses, roping steer, bull riding, even mutton busting that makes it the perfect way to spend a summer evening. And, they're always so patriotic. I love that.

Unbeknownst to the four of us until we congregated at the rodeo, we all wore stripped shirts. Carrie's arm (although she has the wingspan of a pterodactyl) wasn't quite long enough to show our cute faces AND the stripped shirts all in one self portrait.

This was some good ol' steer roping.

I was well prepared for the Minnesota storm that came out of nowhere, like they all seem to do. Luckily (or smartly), I tossed my small umbrella into my purse when I left the car and it came in handy to finish watching the rodeo semi dry.