Road Trip Part 2 – The IFR

After we went to the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum we went to find a place to watch the Chiefs play in the second Playoff game. Sadly, they didn’t win but they tried. From there though, we headed to the Oklahoma State Fairgrounds in OKC for the IFR. What is the IFR you ask? International Finals Rodeo. Aren’t you glad I told you?

They introduced all the representing states and countries for the IFR. There was a prayer and the National Anthem and then it was time to get the rodeo started. There was bronc riding (both bareback and saddle), bull dogging, team roping, break away roping, barrel racing, and bull riding.

There was also the Rodeo Queen from Springdale, AR and a performance horse who survived Hurricane Katrina. The best part was while the rodeo started at 7:30, they ran through all of the events rather quickly and we were out of there by 11 to head home. So then we drove home and by the time hubby, Abug, and I got home, it was 4am by the time we got to bed. It made for a long night, but it was so worth it!

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