Rodeo at night

This is not my first rodeo. I remember my first as all good girls should. Really now back to the rodeo issue - gotta get my mind outta the gutter. My father had bought a Winnebago to be used exactly for two Summers to take extended vacation trips out West. Exactly two Summers. The first rodeo was in Wyoming. It was hot, dry, dusty and full of sunlight. Being the fair skinned, tow headed child I was I soon became very lobster like. It was fun. Last night was fun too, but definitely not the same as the first.