Clicking the pics is almost as much exercise as quilting.
You can see the bronco on the far right. For someone that doesn't like crowds I sure have attracted a lot of horse trailers. And this is nothing, everywhere I look is packed with horse trailers.
The wind was still blowing today, but not as bad as yesterday, the temperature did finally creep up into the low 70s but the wind made it a little bit unpleasant for me.
This wind has not made it easy for me to get the things done that I need to do before I leave here Tuesday morning. With the wind blowing like it is it mostly kills my desire to do anything. It makes warm weather a little chilly, and chilly weather cold, and I don't like the cold. I chalk that up to my geezerlyness, because a lot of this chilly weather were having would be summer weather in Colorado and yet it makes me cold. It also makes me wonder how old geezers like me can stand living in cold, snowy places.
And speaking of cold I have come to realize that the bronco is really difficult to try and stay warm in. Not only is the insulation woefully lacking, but due to the poor design and pathetic construction, the only time it's warm is when the furnace is running, and the minute the furnace goes off, I have to check to see if somebody opened the door. It's barely tolerable in chilly weather, and is no better than a tent in cold weather. So the bronco is definitely not a camper any full-timer in their right mind would consider.... But I might not have known that if I hadn't tried it.
The barrel race at the event center was as crowded as I've ever seen an event there, there were so many people it made it difficult to get in a place to get decent pictures. But I got a few, or at least a couple of blogs worth.
I also spent about an hour looking at the quilts at "the Quilt Fiesta," which is approximately 55 more minutes than I thought I was going to spend their. But it was more interesting than I thought, maybe because I'm so old I'm actually interested in things like quilts... I guess the next time there's a knitting convention I'll be first in line.
Red rose at night.
Red rose in the sunset.
I went over to the barrel racing for a while and had a good time watching the horses, and how skilled the girls are. But it was pretty crowded in the arena, and nobody was wearing a mask, of course everybody in their is young, and probably healthy, except for me, and I must've been the oldest person in the arena... But at least I'm getting used to the feeling of being the oldest person anywhere I go.... Except the quilting fiesta, some of those people looked like Egyptian mummies without the wrappings.
I also moseyed across the street to the "Quilt Fiesta", and spent a lot more time there than I thought I was going to. It wasn't as boring as I had anticipated, and it was interesting seeing all of the quilt designs and all the time that must've gone into making these things... For what purpose I don't know.
But at least everybody in their had a mask on, and they were all so old they made me look young.
This is where the barrel racing honchos get to camp, 50 feet from the arena.
I took more pictures of the barrel racing and the quilt fiesta than this, and I'll be putting them up in the next day or so.