Thursday night, we went to the Laketown Rodeo with some friends. (Random sidenote shout-out, Tavis is one of the coolest little kids I've ever met.) And I've gotta say, as much fun as it is watching the cowboys go "Yeeehaw!!" after the jump from a successful bullride, the kids events are by far the most entertaning part of the night. The first kid event, open to any kid up to 6 years old, is the calf chase.
The object of this event is for the kids, after they've been lined up straight by the rodeo clown (a line which, let's face it, could never trully be contained by one man in facepaint and suspenders) and after the music begins, is to grab the orange ribbon, tied to the end of the calf's tail, which is released on the other side of the arena.
This year, once the Hamster Dance began to blare over the loudspeakers, and the mob of kids dispersed in a blast, everyone thought they were in for just a few minutes of cute hilarity.
They were wrong.
The next day we went boating again. We loaned our wave riders to some friends from the ward, and as we were in the boat we saw two figures on a wave rider, stranded in the middle of the lake. Dad's immediate thought was that one of ours had quit on our friends, which was very possible, because one of the two does have a few personality kinks. As we got closer, we could tell it wasn't ours, however the two riders were frantically and happily waving us down, so we came over and offered help. The two girls were very grateful for it, adding that they had been towing a wakeboarder in the water who had swam back to shore for help. As we started towing them back, one of the girls said a quick snippet of something french to the other. Dad chimed in (he served his mission in France) and soon a conversation was on the way. As I've only taken a little French, I wasn't able to catch much, but I did catch she was from France. A big boat came our direction, obviously the rescue team for their stranded friends, and one still soaking wet guy jumped off the back and swam our way. He was the newly wed husband of the French girl and had served in the same mission and Dad. It also turned out that the she's in medicine, and Dad had a presentation he needed translated with french medical terminology for a church humanitarian trip to Morocco. Anybody else seeing the Lord's hand, or is it just me?... Also on Monday, the boys went back down to SLC to take Aaron home, and so that Jake could attend his SBO meeting.
Ps. We also went into a cave. Pretty sweet cave.