Sometimes in life, schedules must be changed. Today was one of those days…. I woke up with every intention of going up to the sidewalk art festival in Idaho Falls. But, then, I read the newspaper’s online list of things to do and discovered…. Today is the National Day of the Cowboy and Idaho’s version was happening was just up the road.
You know I totally had to go, right?!?
I had to wait until after I’d made breakfast (on weekends Grampy gets pancakes, and looks forward to it all week!). It was in a little town about an hour north, and I ended up driving through a light rainstorm that cleared up by the time I got there. I meandered through town until I figured out where everything was – not that it took very long… I would rate this excursion as totally worth the trip, even if it was random and a little far. Definitely not something that happens in metro Atlanta, to be sure!
I left early… Sadly, I sat there and watched the rain coming over the mountains and stayed until it was VERY close, but fled to my car and on home. This means i missed the competitions for “best moustache”, “best cowboy boot” and “best cowboy picture”. I’m glad I got out of there before I got soaked, but a little sad not to have gotten to see the facial hair lineup. I have a feeling it would have been epic.