It’s an image I’ve seen for a couple of decades: men on horseback looking every bit the weathered cowboys of Western mythology driving longhorn cattle, not on the open prairie along the Santa Fe trail, but down one of Denver’s main streets.
That would be fun to see, so I’ve thought many times. All those crazy juxtapositions at once! My favorite playground.
Until today, there hasn’t been an opportunity to go to the National Western Stock Show Parade to take in the bovine ballet. Will the longed-for moment live up to decades-old expectations? Will it be another Tournament of Roses Parade experience, as I wrote earlier this week in “I Love a Parade?”
A young friend still on break from her studies at Creighton and I have plotted since last January that this will be our year to see the cattle. And so it is. Yeehah!