Yesterday afternoon, after spending too little time at the Garden of 1000 Buddhas, we take in the Arlee Fourth of July Rodeo with family. The rodeo is in its 30th year, and the bleachers show every year being faded gray and the planks slightly rotten in places. Most of the cowboys were local, which made the scene even more enjoyable. The last event, the Chicken Scramble, saw my nephew running around for 10 minutes and, alas, no chicken.
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