I assured him the skies would clear and sure enough they did, but not before making a nice amount of muck.
The arena hadn't gotten sloppy, however, so it wasn't too slick to ride in. This is the mounted drill team my mother coaches. She rode with them for over a decade, then retired from performing at the age of 76 and took over coaching.
What follows are views from behind the chutes where the competitors saddle their broncs. I do love me a yellow slicker, thus the photo of yellow slicker guy.
Each cowboy puts his own gear on the horse he's going to ride. In general there are fewer bareback bronc riders than saddle bronc riders because it's so hard on the body. They were vests with special neck rolls to cushion their head as it snaps back. The cowboy in the pink chaps is wearing his vest and you can see the roll on it. By the by, cowboys are not afraid of pink. Something to do with being comfortable in their masculinity, I think.
These are the saddle bronc riders getting ready to go.
The rodeo is a real family affair. If you look closely you'll see a cowboy holding a baby, another holding his toddler and, of course, a dog. This photo was taken behind the chutes as they were prepping the bulls for the bull riding. The guy in the chaps is a bull riding contestant, who is thankfully wearing a helmet. I'm a proponent of helmets in rodeo events.
It rained during the bull riding and got my boots wet, but they didn't soak through. I could have sat under the cover of the grandstand, but I like to sit on the open bleachers next to the chutes. You can see why...it's worth getting wet.