Behold the most random turn off in Las Vegas. Anyone who comes to visit Las Vegas is always invited to drive outside the city limits and see the majesty that is Red Rock Canyon. There truly is a natural beauty to the sparse vegetation against the rusty striations, that you just should see for youself, particularly at sunrise/sunset.
Anyhoo... on the loop of highway that takes you through the canyon, you will find this oddly alarming yet alluring turn off called Bonnie Springs. (photo courtesy of yelp.com) It prides itself as an authentic bite of an old western mining town. When you first drive past this exit, you'll swear the twang of a solo banjo off in the distance (alarming), but for those who thrive off of nostalgia (alluring) you just have to turn in.
My family found this place when we first moved here, and since then, Lee and I go up every once in a while for their amateur rodeos ( you get to bring your own beer, stay as long as
you want and free parking, sure beats the upcoming PBR we just HAVE to go to... separate post....).A few days before our wedding we went up there with a few friends and did an hour trail ride that was just wonderful. The boys wore every pair of Lee's cowboy boots, and we all nervously tried to remain in control of the 1600lb animals beneath us. I have a history of always getting the cranky/horny horse that sticks its nose where it never belongs. But everything went pretty smoothly, hence no neck braces at the wedding two days later.
Ok, to the point of this post.... while I was at work I called Lee just to see what he was up to, and his reply was "I'm at Bonnie Springs, having a beer, then I'm gonna go pet the bull. I figure I might as well live it up, before the baby gets here."
........(cricket)...............
Reasons why I love my husband:
1. "Living it up" consists of sitting a bar in the middle of nowhere, drinking a beer with the promise of getting to pet a half ton animal, that lounges in its own poop half of the day.
2. I know he changed his outfit to go out to Bonnie Springs so he felt like he would blend in... (plaid button up shirt, cowboy boots, jacket, complete with white Stetson) when he was probably the ONLY one in that bar.
3. His love and desire to live like a cowboy, but looks like a member of the Backstreet Boys.
4. He has yet to discover that children are portable people, not iron ball and chains that are melted to your doorstep.
BUT because I love my husband and all of his adorable traits, I decided to keep these thoughts to myself and let him enjoy his "living it up time" because ultimately I love his simple nature and wouldn't trade him for the world. And when I got home he could not stop talking about how "Rocky" (the bull) followed him around the whole pen and rubbed him with his horns... what more could you ask for?
No comments:
Post a Comment