This evening I went to the tug of war in downtown Dodge City as part of my Experience Summer in Wyoming. Actually, today I was only an observer. When I got there it was two teams of women in the middle of the street about to compete and one team needed an extra. I thought briefly about just throwing caution to the wind and joining in (the STP offered to hold my jacket), but there was a fire hose involved so I wisely observed. Turns out they spray a fire hose at the middle of the rope and the losing team gets pulled through the spray. Good use of discretion on my part. A little two wet and public for me. Then I pretended it was the weekend and ate supper at A&W. Nothing says summer like eating chili cheesefries and a root beer float in your car. Then I spied out my front window at the neighbors. Evidently in Wyoming, instead of playing catch in the yard with your dad, you play rodeo. Learn a few rope tricks. Lasso each other.
I still have a lot to learn here.
What was he lassoing? Maybe it's not something you do WITH your dad but that your dad does TO you, like when you are bad or something... I would like to learn from my mom rodeo tricks once she has mastered them. Is your backyard big enough?
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