Genola Days 2012

So we ditched our dad on Father's Day and headed down to Genola for their town celebration to party it up.  We're rebels like that.  It's every bit as fun as we remembered it!

 

 Here's one cool dude waiting for the parade to start.  Typically, if you blink during the Genola town parade, you will miss it.  They even run it forward and backward just to give it a bit more oomph.

 But this year, I'm pretty sure it lasted almost a half an hour.  Don't worry though, what it lacks in length, it makes up for in awesomeness.  Do you know of any other parade that not only throws candy, but also warm hot dogs and cool freezer pops?  I didn't think so.  Long live the Genola Town Parade!!!

 Klive's favorite part:  The big black horses, the lovely town queens and princesses, and the noisy fire trucks.  

But the best part is getting to spend it with the Johnson crew - our best buddies for life!

 It was our first year going to the rodeo - and it didn't disappoint.  Klive squealed with delight every time a horse and it's cowboy buzzed by and sprayed him with stinky dirt.  

 Winnie was on cloud nine when she got to sit right next to a rodeo queen.  She didn't know they existed in real life!  She almost aspired to become one until one of the lovely ladies got squished under a spooked horse's back.  Luckily, the girl's okay, and Winnie has added yet another thing to her "I will never do that" list.  No to swimming in Wa-hi-he, thanks to "Soul Surfer," no to Ferris wheels, thanks to Disneyland, and now, no to riding horses or farm animals of any kind.  The list is always growing.

 We all loaded up on rodeo grub and held our breath when the "wonkin' wonkos" came charging by.  Winnie did get up the nerve to do the half-time chicken chase once all the big animals were safely caged away.  Sadly, I forgot to tell her that she had to pick up the chickens.  She ran her little heart out and shooed the ones away that got near her legs.

 Unfortunately, June's heart couldn't handle the inhumane calf ropin' and she decided to become a vegetarian in protest.  I think it lasted until she got her pulled pork sandwich later that night. 

We finished off the night with the traditional firework watching from the roof of the paint shed.  Oh, all except for Winnie who was tucked safely in bed in the basement.  Fireworks are also on her unapproved list.  Loud noises just freak her right out.  Thanks Genola for another great day!