So much has happened since our last visit to Vegas I thought it was time to pack up and go. I invited our daughter Connie to go to aide me in anticipation of anything that might prove problem and off we went.
The drive is about 4 hours and took just over 5 as it is necessary to stop every 1 and 1/2 hours for Faye.
We arrive without incident and have a few hours to rest before the rodeo, so far so good.
The exciting thing about going to this rodeo is that the owner of the rodeo company is Cotton Rosser, Flying U, has agreed to name a bucking bronc after my wife. It is a heady time as we make our way out of the parking lot and to the area.
Helldorado Days are held in a dirt lot, one half mile from Fremont street.
We park and I push the wheelchair across a paved parking lot to the edge of the rodeo/fair grounds where we are met by a cow selling milk products. Faye is elated and we take a picture with the cow.
As you can see the grounds are rough and hard to push the chair but we move, undaunted, forward.
In the stands I can see Faye is getting tired. It is 8 PM and the temperature is still 95 degrees with a stiff wind blowing from our backs. She has been up since 8 and has not had a nap today.
We have great seats right next to the roping chutes and settle in.
After the grand entrance the bareback broncs are ready to go.
Faye is nodding as the announcer says "now over at the Preifert chute we have Faye's Revenge". Faye's head goes up and a big smile crosses her face. In the next few seconds the announcer again say's "Faye's Revenge coming out of chute number 3" and this time Faye sits up tall in her wheelchair and she says, "That's my name." We watch as the cowboy scores a 75 on the big mare even though we were hoping he would eat dirt. :)
I then tell her Cotton had named the horse for her, she smiles and settles back and for the rest of the rodeo she just sits and watches quietly.
The rodeo ends with a flourish and Cotton comes over to say hello. He has owned the Flying U since 1955 having bought it after a farm accident cute his rodeo career short with 2 broken legs.
The rodeo over we head back to the hotel and try to settle in for the night. 1 AM finds us fighting with Faye to get her to bed.
All is well and sleep comes easily.
Later that morning is a different story. Faye is argumentative and combative at the same time. She tells me I am lazy and worthless and to get her more coffee. Now all that is not new and I do as she asks.
Connie is now with us and Faye wants to know why Teri is here. We explain to her that it is Connie not Teri but Faye doesn't get it and wants to know why Teri has let her self get so Fat.
eventually Connie leaves in tears, I suck it up and the day becomes night.
We are home now, and Faye remembers none of it. But I could tell, for that brief few seconds in the arena when she heard her name, that she had a good time.
And life goes on.
The drive is about 4 hours and took just over 5 as it is necessary to stop every 1 and 1/2 hours for Faye.
We arrive without incident and have a few hours to rest before the rodeo, so far so good.
The exciting thing about going to this rodeo is that the owner of the rodeo company is Cotton Rosser, Flying U, has agreed to name a bucking bronc after my wife. It is a heady time as we make our way out of the parking lot and to the area.
Helldorado Days are held in a dirt lot, one half mile from Fremont street.
We park and I push the wheelchair across a paved parking lot to the edge of the rodeo/fair grounds where we are met by a cow selling milk products. Faye is elated and we take a picture with the cow.
As you can see the grounds are rough and hard to push the chair but we move, undaunted, forward.
In the stands I can see Faye is getting tired. It is 8 PM and the temperature is still 95 degrees with a stiff wind blowing from our backs. She has been up since 8 and has not had a nap today.
We have great seats right next to the roping chutes and settle in.
Faye is nodding as the announcer says "now over at the Preifert chute we have Faye's Revenge". Faye's head goes up and a big smile crosses her face. In the next few seconds the announcer again say's "Faye's Revenge coming out of chute number 3" and this time Faye sits up tall in her wheelchair and she says, "That's my name." We watch as the cowboy scores a 75 on the big mare even though we were hoping he would eat dirt. :)
I then tell her Cotton had named the horse for her, she smiles and settles back and for the rest of the rodeo she just sits and watches quietly.
The rodeo ends with a flourish and Cotton comes over to say hello. He has owned the Flying U since 1955 having bought it after a farm accident cute his rodeo career short with 2 broken legs.
The rodeo over we head back to the hotel and try to settle in for the night. 1 AM finds us fighting with Faye to get her to bed.
All is well and sleep comes easily.
Later that morning is a different story. Faye is argumentative and combative at the same time. She tells me I am lazy and worthless and to get her more coffee. Now all that is not new and I do as she asks.
Connie is now with us and Faye wants to know why Teri is here. We explain to her that it is Connie not Teri but Faye doesn't get it and wants to know why Teri has let her self get so Fat.
eventually Connie leaves in tears, I suck it up and the day becomes night.
We are home now, and Faye remembers none of it. But I could tell, for that brief few seconds in the arena when she heard her name, that she had a good time.
And life goes on.
