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last rider
And then, when it was fully dark, the last rider left the rodeo arena.
We left too, but reluctantly, because it had been just an outstanding evening, one that wasn’t planned but that was the perfect end to a trip with my friends. It just goes to show what can happen if you decide to cross the highway to the rodeo arena to see why the lights are on. Or whatever: just go look.
Post Stampede Rodeo
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
ranch kids
If you ever wondered if ranch kids were scrappier than town kids, I can assure they are. These little kids were all over the place, throwing dirt at each other, engaging in ad hoc tug of war games, clonking their heads on pipe-rail fences, and climbing up to get a close look at a horse. And enjoying every minute.
(Not shown: the little girl in a white outfit that she topped off with pink plastic high heel shoes. Don’t let yourself think she was all demure and whatnot: she threw her fair share of dirt.)
(Also: it was about 100° outside too, even though the sun was going down.)
Post Stampede Rodeo
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
flag/bearer
At rodeo practice, things moved along pretty fast – faster than the camera and I could keep up with.
So even though technically this is…not good…I still like it. There. I said it.
Post Stampede Rodeo
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
rodeo practice
My New England visitors and I missed the rodeo, which started just two nights after we were in town.
However, we were like moths drawn to the flame of arena lights across the road and went over to see what was going on. A very nice woman, who was holding a clipboard (the universal sign that a person is Definitely In Charge), let us hang around and watch the riders practicing the grand entry.
And like a lot of things that just fall into place, it was a highlight of our trip.
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
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