Only a few days ago did I find myself surrounded by the smell of cotton candy, cheap cologne, horse shit, and tobacco. I was at a rodeo. And not just any rodeo but the 51st Annual Russian River Rodeo. Not only is this a great local tradition, but it's also a family one. Together, my father and I made the 3 hour long trip up the coast to try and catch a glimpse of a cowboy limping out of the fly infested, fenced in, shit fest that the reviews promised. And it did not disappoint. Take a look down below of some photos from the event.
If anything came from these few hours sitting, ingesting two week old popcorn, on a cold, metal bench, it's that all it was was another fun day with my dad, many more are to come.
