More from the Rodeo

There is nothing like a big Texas welcome, and no better way to get it done than through a good ole fashioned Texas Rodeo. Our first night in town took us out to Knibbe Ranch. The ranch is a real working cattle ranch located in the Texas Hill Country and is more than 150 years old. Upon arriving we were greeted by Oreo the ranch long horn, which I took the liberty of riding across the lawn. It was a real experience complete with a 6 foot horn span and a borrowed cowgirl hat (hey I had to look somewhat Texan despite my bright pink shoes). Dinner was fantastic! Good ole BBQ brisket, green beans, and peach cobbler. Once our tummies were over full we rolled ourselves over the hill and into the valley for a real Texas rodeo. Cowboys and cowgirls from Texas and Mexico spent the next two hours showing off their roping and riding. There were several 8 second rides posted by the cowboys and a 14.6 second barrel ride posted by one of the cowgirls. The competition was fierce to the end, and several riders went home "in the money". The rough riding was followed up by an American favorite, fireworks. This was an exceptional experience for me, as I was surrounded by several colleagues from the United Kingdom. I couldn't help but wonder what went through their minds as Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" echoed through the valley. After the grand finale we headed back up the hill for a few lessons in line dancing. I'm not so sure that it was Texas style, but we did everything from the electric slide to the shuffle.
All and all Knibbe Ranch was a fantastic experience and a great Texas welcome. Until next time...pardner. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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