North America is a gigantic land mass and so even within Canada the city of Calgary has a much different feeling than Halifax.
And while Canada borders Montana, the culture is much different than anything I have experienced.
Tonight was my first rodeo and a real introduction to the Midwest. After horseback riding through the country I was ready.
The event started off with a prayer and I have never seen people so proud to see their flag waving (well maybe comparable to watching the Canadian hockey team win the Olympics in Vancouver).
This is serious business.
Here 60% of the cowboys live off the winnings from rodeos. They aren’t cowboys on the weekend or Garth Brooks wannabes. They are professional athletes and this is their life.
Even speaking to the children growing up in this culture you realize that these events are really important to the family.
For the older kids it is just as important. It seemed all the women wanted to look like Carrie Underwood with their best, tightest jeans, fresh make-up and sparkly shirts.
I felt under-dressed around some although others took it to such extreme with curls and back brushing they started to look like Honey Boo Boo.
But with the distinct scent of testosterone in the air I can’t really blame the girls. These events are pretty impressive. We watched team roping, calf roping, steer roping, and women competing in barrel racing.
Let’s call the photos…artistic.
My only complaint is while I was so excited to see the events, others had grown up with this so it was permissible to get up at any point in the rodeo, even when people were in mid-event.
I’m no Emily post but I think this is poor etiquette. Every time I thought I had a good shot someone would stand in my way – most notably the two girls who blocked the last few seconds of this fantastic bull ride.