For this girl, summer is always kicked off with the rodeo (held annually on the last full weekend in June since 1936) in my hometown of Augusta, Montana. The rodeo is a long-established tradition in this little town nestled on the Rocky Mountain Front. It’s a place where old friends reconnect, families gather and long-lost loves rekindle old flames or meet new ones. It’s a time for traditions, smiles and a fair share of good-natured (for the most part) rambunctiousness.
This year was no exception.
I headed home, saw old friends, kissed lots of babies and gave out countless hugs. I also saw cowboys try their luck and test their skill in roping, steer wrestling, bareback bronc riding and bull riding.
It was a good weekend.
As for the Sunday night drive home…it was perfectly peaceful.