Being born in Calgary and sudo-raised I am no stranger to the Calgary Stampede. Being that this year was 100 years I thought "HEY LET'S EXPLORE". I'm not a ride person, so I ignore the fact that there is a midway (and not a ride person means I barf looking at the tilt-a-whirl). I also am poor-ish so I ignore the Grandstand and Rodeo which require tickets. SO this image of the Stampede will be totally Brittany-esk. I need me some mini-donuts redhot and rolled in cinnamon sugar. I played a game where you roll a woofle-ball onto a peg and won a minion on the first try. I ate an insane amount of cherry lemonade. I walked through the "Indian Village" and was in awe of the tee pee paintings. I went to the animal exhibits and met a lovely llama named Senor Miguel. It's fun to be a cowboy for a few hours, and it does make me feel that my city is a bit unique. I go every couple of years. But not unlike how I felt eating the deep-fried oreo pictured below, I'm good for a while!
