last night in Kamas

Cell phone photos: I missed half of Kammra's face.

Then I chopped off Dad's sweet cowboy hat.

Finally, he took the phone and got us all in the frame.

There's no place I'd rather be than Kamas, Utah on the Fourth of July. Ironically, I spent Independence Day this year in Great Britain. And I'm missing out on another wonderful patriotic weekend: Pioneer Day and the Kamas Fiesta Days events that always come at the end of the month. I'll be on an airplane flying Down Under while everyone at home is watching our little town's world-famous demolition derby. In fact, I was asked to sing the National Anthem for the Bull Wars and this event, but I had to cancel. Turns out it takes several days to fly to our Southern cousin continent: AUSTRALIA.

So last night, as a farewell, we went to the Kamas Rodeo so I could catch a bit of my favorite time of year. Bull riding, cowboys, country music, grilled burgers and fireworks--it's my favorite kind of night. I loved watching my neice Rachel cheer for the events. Every time they announced a bull's name, she would repeat it with an incredulously raised eyebrow and then giggle.

 "So-and-so on a bull called Scene-of-the-Crime."

"Scene of the crime???? Bahahahaaa."

She's funny.

It was also great to hear Kam talk about the days when she was a rodeo queen, barrelling and making lots of money, training horses and beatin' all the boys' scores at the rodeos. We came home and looked at some of her photos and trophies--that girl was a cowgirl, through and through, and she kicked some serious butt--she was great at what she did!

I may be a classy lady who wears high heels and spends half her time at the airport, but in my heart I'm still a small town girl who loves hoopin' and hollerin' at the cowhands.

p.s. I have more stories about my trip from the UK coming....plus I'll have some new adventures from my trip to Australia. I've got to run and catch the flight now! Have a good day, mates, be back in two weeks!