Last night we attended one of the most absurd venues i have ever seen: The Cody Rodeo. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, foreign smells, sights, and an abundance of overwhelmingly giddy cowboys in plaid presented themselves. As we ventured up to the seats my eyes began to profusely water. I am still trying to decided wether this was because of my newly discovered allergies or the horrifying “cowboy prayer” that everyone in the venue happened to know by heart. The number of seemingly born-again-chistians there was quite large. The announcers, dressed in oversized rainbow colored suits, had a sense of humor that made me roll my half opened eyes almost every time they opened their mouths. Things got “fun,” or should i say interesting, as the strange events began. There was bull riding, attacking of baby calves, and rather amusing horse races. One rather plump cowgirl was in one of the races and made the 4-year-old girls that went before her look like professionals, for she successfully fucked up her chance in her event as she slowly tumbled off her horse to the chorus of kelly clarkson’s “What doesn’t kill you”, making the crowd say their obnoxious line “Ohh shucks.” Thankfully this comic break from the hopefully unpaid “comedians” that preformed, made me giggle. Before this sight to see, a young cowgirl participating in the calf rope up, lost her finger…but seriously. From what we could see, it appeared as if she got her hand stuck in the wrong place and her lasso severed her finger cleanly off. I will have the sight of her presumably middle finger with a long white looking string coming out of it being carried out of the ring atop a clump of rodeo poop dirt by her father ingrained in my head for years to come. Good thing the ambulance took a good twenty minutes to get there; We wish the best of luck to this aspiring cowgirl. The bull riding was less than impressive, with only about 3 people being able to last the 8 seconds one needed to get a score. Again there were many “Ohh shucks” from the increasingly giddy crowd during this event also. These cowboys clearly don’t know that if you mess with the bull…you will get the horns. After we had enough of this very bizarre situation, i rounded up my large amounts of tissues i used to alleviate my allergic reaction to this cluster fuck, and peaced out.
On land once owned by buffalo bill, we got a taste of the true cowboy lifestyle. Gracie professed her secret desire to marry a horse while I (Nate) struggled to control my animal in what fast became a battle of wills, riding almost as well as a four year old we later watched in the rodeo. We played hard at the ranch: with old trucks, zip lines, bobcat construction equipment, and lots o guns. Guns, it turns out, are the best toys ever invented and we practiced the fuck out of our right to bear arms. The ranch was beautiful and exciting and gave us a chance to rest weary bodies on comfy beds.
The second half of south Dakota was easily weirder than the first. The world famous “wall drug” store (made famous by handing out free ice water to parched travelers on their way to mt. Rushmore) was creepy. It felt like the shitty water-park area at six-flags where all the pre-teen kids with season passes dumped water on each other. Needless to say, it was far less endearing than the corn people. With fake dinosaur, fake gold mining, fake saloon, fake gorilla playing piano, and a fake life-size jackelope, it was a sight not to see. Literally nothing was real.
A few pics to whet yo lipz…
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…Its awesome and weird and beautiful. So damn American.
…yeah, “no crossing” lines were crossed.
We are beginning to realize that south dakotans cannot get both people and the background in the same shot…
Last nights camping spot.
South Dakota is a long way from home. Making moves and memories - tomorrow brings cliff jumping, spelunking, and the weirdest places we can find. Gonna keep on truckin through this glorious country of ours.
Location:South Dakota, USA
A little pennsylvania throwback to tickle you where it tastes right…
A quick stop in Mitchell south dakota led us to the “worlds only corn palace”. Corn art, corn decoration, corn walls, corn apparel, corn food. The mayor of Mitchell not only observed gracie running a red light, but also discovered us parking in his designated “mayor” spot in the corn palace free parking lot. What luck! With brandon rolling in the back, some sweet corn talk immediately diffused the potentially lethal situation.
Location:N Main St,Mitchell,United States
Send me on my way to Rushmore!