I went to Wyoming last week for an annual party hosted the second weekend of July — Rendezvous. There is an official description of what this rodeo/parade/pageant means here. The entire week of festivities are endearing and remind you of the length some will go to preserve tradition.
The pageant involves the local kids making their own clothing for the event — which takes months. They bead the belts, tan the leather, etc. The result is an amusing parade of young folks wearing outfits that often include pieces handed down by their folks.
This guy was like, “These pants? 50 years old, man.” Right on, dude.
The churches get on board by competing with fundraisers. The same time the Presbyterians on one side of town were hosting their pancake breakfast, the Episcopalians were hosting their annual pie sale.
I simply adore this small-town Americana stuff. The church ladies. The old men waiting outside to buy their favorite pies. Even the books of the Bible set up in the Sunday school room where the sale took place — simply charming.
I walked around for five days photographing everything and anything that seemed interesting, with a grin plastered across my face.
Many, many photos of our hijinx to come.