So it’s come to my attention that there is an actual station named WKDB. That station name
just tripped off my tongue the first time we were doing videos because my
initials are KDB and, as such, are easy to remember for my news reporter
schtick with the grandkiddos. According
to Wikipedia there’s a radio station in Laurel, Delaware broadcasting a ‘Spanish
hits music format’ called WKDB...currently owned by The Voice Radio
Network. I had no idea. However, I shall continue my
use of those call letters until I receive a cease and desist order from the
radio station. 😏
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Walked this morning...down to Nutt Rd and back which set me up good to
get my 10,000 steps early afternoon.
Good thing because I didn’t do any major walking the rest of the day.
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George Aros, a former competitive roper, lives next to the KOA. He holds a roping session every day at 1 p.m.
and last year invited us to come watch which I did. At that time I video called Dylan and Clayton
and tried to show them what I was watching. On our walk to the tractor tire the first night they were here I pointed out George's house and explained what he did and
offered to take them there some afternoon if they wanted. Yes, they wanted.
The
other day Dylan asked me, “Gramma, where is dat guy who teaches horses to
wrangle up da cows?” His words, not
mine. I never used the word ‘wrangle’. 😎
Today we walked over to watch the action. Before the roping actually began one man rode his horse over to talk to the kids. When he mentioned riding a horse Shelby got a little nervous until I assured her that she didn't have to get on a horse. There was a horse trailer behind us with two horses tied to it. Only one was ridden over to the arena leaving the other to neigh its displeasure throughout our time there. The kids know that animals communicate and were wondering what the horse was saying. I told them that speaking horse is one of my many skills and interpreted every time we heard the horse call out. Shelby was totally buying into it until I said "Well, that time the horse was saying it was hungry and wanted to go to McDonalds." That made her question my ability to speak horse because everyone knows that horses don't eat at McDonalds. Silly Gramma.
He
boldly walked over to George to ask if he wanted to see him rope the ‘bull’ and
that he’d need George’s rope to do it.
As he was handing it over George asked if he knew how to use it and the
kid confidently replied, “Yes....I’m a rancher and this is what ranchers
do.” He then proceeded to rope the
rubber bull. Sure, the bull wasn’t
moving and the kid wasn’t far from it but
he handled that rope with authority. It
was then that one of us asked his age. "Five but soon I'll be six" was his answer.
Five years old and he knows how to throw a rope...I was impressed. And Clint was more than a match for the twins;
I’d daresay that Clayton may have even been a little intimidated by him.
Anyway when he started acting like a charging bull and pawing the dusty
ground we suggested the boys go play down farther to spare us from the
dust. Then they moved down closer to
where Clint’s dad was working. And as it turned out that wagon and bull didn’t
belong to Clint like he made it sound...both belonged to a young lady named
MacKenzie who summered at George’s last year and is again this year. And she
didn’t seem to mind that her wagon was high-jacked by a pint-sized cowboy and his new friends.
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After
about an hour at George’s, the kiddos went swimming with their dad while Kim
and I took a bike ride. Figured out a
route that would minimize dealing with the sun in our eyes...headed out to
IR15. Saw 80o on Zeus’
temperature readout. Stopped at the
Tohono Oodham cemetery for a quick walk through then headed back. Saw a crested saguaro on our way back.
It
was a nice late afternoon ride; ate a quick supper so Kim could get his
telescope ready to do some imaging tonight.
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Today’s bike miles: 111
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