Saying goodbye to the Rodeo

Last Sunday was the last day of the rodeo, and if you are like me then you are wishing it had lasted a little longer.   For a true Houstonian this is simply something you do, you must go to the Rodeo every year. Some of you may be thinking… but is it not the same thing every year? You are right; however, there is something about the livestock, the cowboys, and the food that keeps you asking for more.  Rodeo is that time of year where you dust off your boots, sparkly belt buckles, and cowboy hats and flaunt them proudly.

It starts with the trail riders coming into town, if you have not witnessed this in person, then you have a whole year to look forward to it. But first, a little history for those that are not from Texas. In 1952, four men traveled on horseback from Brenham, Texas, to raise awareness of the Houston Rodeo. Today, more than 3,000 trail riders partake in this tradition, heading into Houston from all directions including Louisiana and Mexico.  Los Vaqueros Trail Ride is the longest ride, covering 386 miles, beginning in Reynosa, Mexico. All 13-trail rider groups will gallop into downtown Houston to kick off the rodeo. If you happen to spot them coming into town you see tons of horses and wagons and many smiling faces.

Houston is the fourth largest city in the U.S, we are hustle and bustle kind of city but we all know that when the trail riders are coming in, all the traffic stops to make way for the horses and wagons to remind us of our Texan’s ways.

Now let’s talk about the food, everything is bigger and better in Texas. This is where you will find humongous turkey legs, 16in corn dogs, and fried everything from Oreos, cheesecake, and ice cream. There’s also tons and tons of games and rides, think of a county fair but ten times better. The concerts are amazing, this year we went to Rascal Flats and Luke Bryant (I did let my husband know that he will always be my husband but Luke Bryant is bae lol). The rodeo itself is amazing, you get to see the bull riding, barrel racing, bareback raising, and mutton bustin. If you don’t know what mutton bustin is then just picture a five or six year old hugging a huge sheep racing across the arena, the one that holds on the longest wins a buckle! Yes, a shiny belt buckle. The rodeo is now over and I can’t wait until the trail riders make their way back again. Next year’s goal… Get my Californian husband in full cowboy attire… boots, hat and all!

 

 

 

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