On July 4th Britto and I attended Molalla's remarkably popular Buckaroo. A opportunity for young women, and even the old to get by with very little clothing, and beer cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The true description of white-trash Molalla, however it is indeed a blast. The crazy cowboys being flung around on even crazier bulls. Women flying around obstacles of barrels on their remarkable young geldings, the delicious and fat injected food you can only find at a fair. There is a rather small fair with a few thrilling rides and of course the thousands of people that flood our tiny Molalla for such an event. So after the unending parade, a couple barbeque's and adventures Britto and I accompanied by a fleet of friends made our way to the Buckaroo. This year consisted of unusually cool weather so the closest we got to "daisy duke" was a plaid shirt for her and a pair of purple cowgirl boots for me. We ate a elephant ear, sipped some lemonade and watched the excitement. Despite it's lack of morality the Molalla Buckaroo is something to be proud of!
Love lots!
~Saracha and Britto~
P.S. I'll post a picture later! :)
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