Rodeos. Up at the crack of dawn. Working from sunup to dusk. Competing under the lights. Doing it again in another city the next day. So glad to be home, though. It was a fun week on the road but I am pretty sure I'm gonna sleep for a few days.
Except I won't. I'll be up at sunrise tomorrow, mucking stalls and riding, I have my own training to attend to and then lessons to teach. But a couple of my 4-Hers are competing in a gymkhana this weekend. Can't wait to watch and cheer them on.
Everyone's bedded in for the night, tacks' cleaned and put away and awards are tucked up in the case. Belt buckles on the wall. It was a good week, I won't lie.