My favorite hot dog place here at the Fairgrounds. Rumor has it this is where, shall we say, horses that don't perform exceedingly well end up.
I hoofed it back over to the Hunter Jumper competition again this morning but only for a little while, I was more interested in watching the show than taking pictures this morning, and it gave me something relaxing to do.
My days here at the Pima County Fairgrounds in Tucson Arizona, have wound down to a precious few and I'm now required to leave here on the 14th so I can be on time for my reservation at Elephant Butte State Park by the 15th. This is not the way I like to travel, but I will have to deal with this until I find a way to live the way I want, without having to decide when and where I want to be several weeks from now.
And speaking of when and where I want, I feel that if I can live in a smaller, easier to deal with, easier and cheaper to drive RV, I may be able to find more places I can stay, possibly without depending on the New Mexico state parks reservation system, and more time staying on BLM land.
Some news person on the Internet was making a point that bringing people from all over the world to Mexico and getting them into the United States, across the Mexican border, which is controlled by the Mexican drug cartels, has reached a point where it's almost as lucrative to the cartels as smuggling drugs.
Now I know that bit of information has almost nothing to do with me and my travels except that I don't see any time in the near future when I will feel safe and secure anywhere near the Mexican border. I know other folks want to go there, and I say more power to em. But for me, there are other places I can go so I don't need to take even the slightest risk of stumbling into drug smugglers or other nefarious types that are coming across the border in droves while the border patrol is tied up taking care of all the little kids.
Lunging a big Arab.
They start them young on the Hunter Jumper course, it's not quite as dangerous as some of the other horse sports
Hunter Jumpers live to jump. But they don't care about hunting even though that's half their name.
A picture from the old days? Could be. They dressed just like this when I was in high school resetting the jumps they knocked over.
There was a couple of womenfolk that looked a little long in the tooth, which is horse talk for "old as dirt."
I guess they're okay while their still on the horses back, but it's a long way to the ground when you're that age.
This is either the proper way to sit on a jumping horse, or me hanging onto his mane for dear life.
At least the girls don't have to worry about what to wear during these competitions. I think their grandmother can hand them down their old boots and jodhpurs.