Rodeo Camp Set-Up Shenanigans & Chainsaw Drama

Another early morning—not by choice, but it worked out since S had rodeo duties starting at 9. Coffees were poured, and he grabbed some toast before heading off, dump trailer and skid steer in tow. Meanwhile, I got to work uploading photos and videos for Monday's blog post. 

Between uploads, I started unpacking the car and sorting everyone’s newly acquired “treasures” into little curated piles: the girls’, S’s, and the ever-growing “figure this out later” pile.

Top to bottom and side to side FULL

each girl has a pillow made with part of Grama's wedding dress

S was back from the rodeo grounds just after 11, so it was trailer time. He hitched it up and pulled it out front while we gathered booze, snacks and clothes. Harley was loaded up, and by 2:30 we were pulling out of the yard, adventure-bound.

Well… almost.

We arrived at our site only to discover it was pretty much inaccessible—a horse trailer next door had it nearly blocked off. I tried my best to guide S in, but between the awkward angles and a very much in-the-way dead tree, it wasn’t happening. Cue: chainsaw chaos.

The first chain saw flooded. Of course. They then sourced a reciprocating saw from the infield after S cut 2 posts with it while waiting, the dead tree came down, and just as we were regrouping with cold drinks at our friends' trailer across the way, the owner of the rogue horse trailer finally returned. A helpful stranger stepped in to assist, and S was finally backed into place by 4 p.m.

Now that’s how you make an entrance.

With camp finally set up and more trailers rolling in for the big weekend, we kept it easy: bagged salad and pepperoni sticks for supper and then made the rounds visiting old friends and familiar faces and meeting many new people too (for me at least).

Let the rodeo weekend begin!