This week Sister SIL Cindy and I will return to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee for the 14th annual (our 2nd) Saddle Up Winterfest. Mother Nature has been quite the fierce
Saddle Up is where it all began for Thelma and me. Nervous as two hoes in the tabernacle, we set out on our virgin tour as official Sisters on the Fly. As unorganized and clueless as we were, we no doubt remember this trip as our very fondest.
We have yet to measure up to our fellow Sisters in the cowgirl department. Tutus, spurs, holsters, and petticoats don't exactly sit right with us. Maybe we need more than a year to transform...if we ever do. Bella, on the other hand, has got it going on. Just look at her, all tatted up cowgirl-style.
|Bella was western when western wasn't cool.|
|Font: Rio Grande|
Saddle Up is about as western as it gets. A chuckwagon cook-off, cowboy dance, cowgirl prom, dutch oven cook-off, and cowboy church are some of the events scheduled. There will be branding lessons (yikes!) and a mechanical bull to
|L to R: Thelma Pritchett Miss Greater Winston-Salem, Louise Smith, Miss Charlotte|
It's been a long four months since our last outing. The symptoms of Cabin Fever has taken its toll. We're exhibiting delusions of the grandiose type with thoughts of dressing up and breakin' a bronc'n bull. Feverish or not, we hit the Happy Trails tomorrow. Westward ho, Thelma!
|Remember, Cindy, keep one leg on each side an' yore mind in the middle. It's as easy as shootin' a dead fish in a dry lake.|