Collin and I mosied on over the the Calgary Stampede during it's opening weekend. We had thought about getting tickets in advance, but never quite got our acts together enough to do so, thinking perhaps we could just get them on the day.
Packed stadium for the earliest rodeo events. |
Not that I said any of this at the time, swept away as I so often am by a wave of CULTURE! But thinking back, I don't mind that we missed it. I later learned that even more horses (4, I think) had to be put down when the chuck wagons collided during a race and they were irreparably injured. So.
But what did we see? Well, there was the annual poutine, of course. It's thick-cut potato fries with cheese curd and brown gravy on it, and is, I suspect, the best evidence that Quebecois hate all non-francophones and their arteries. It's nearly a biological weapon.
That did not stop Collin from getting some anyway.
Thus (questionably) fortified, we headed over to the First Nations encampment at the far north part of the grounds. There several groups of girls making bannock around some campfires. I didn't realize that representatives from each of the Plains tribes actually camp in their teepees during the stampede. So, although I guess they don't really mind, I still felt a little awkward looking through their camp. I did take a picture of a teepee, though.
A teepee. Ooh, I can add captions! |
During the day, we explored all of the exhibitions (sadly, no giant rabbits, but So. Many. Clydesdales.), as well as the World Sheep Shearing Competition and the World Blacksmith Championships:
World Championships, but contestants were all from Canada, the UK and Switzerland. |
We had a fun day out, managing to avoid sunburn or dehydration, which just proves we're getting better at this Stampeding business.
Next Up: Downtown Calgary, and photos added to Bow River Walk.
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