America, Countries

Okie Bronco saddle up for National Cowboy Day in Oklahoma

Okie Cowboy saddle up for National Cowboy Day in Oklahoma… where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.

Now there are many states that claim to be the home of the Cowboy and we’re making it our mission to trail as many as we can.

Although by new-fangled transport because Izzy here has nowhere to go and is getting there slow.

Giddy up: With Izzy in Colorado

But ahead of the Cowboys’ Big Day, which celebrates its 21st birthday this year, we’re flagging up Oklahoma.

Whose charms Irish cousin Eddie O who has relocated to Edinburgh has been regaling us with these past months.

So let’s whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack away out to Oklahoma to see what’s been going on.

Well, the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum are inviting Wild West fans to join them for a celebration of our Stetson-hatted heroes and heroines.

A ride good time

Get the sheriff: Under lock and key

Of course, the Okies are encouraging us all to go native and dress up in our Western duds.

While we can also look forward to a presentation from Cowboy Cook Kent Rollins.

There will be family-friendly activities and crafts while exploring Prosperity Junction and Liichokoshkomo’ (no, us neither).

And we dare say a nod to famous Oklahomans Will Rogers and Gene ‘The Singing Cowboy’ Autrey.

The biggest boot

Now the Museum is certainly putting its foot down in stamping its claim on being the Home of the Cowboy for this year.

To correspond with the centenary of Route 66.

With the erection of a towerig 35ft-foot (sorry) sculpture, the biggest in the world, that celebrates the Great Highway’s history.

The newest attraction at the museum, it is designed by Okie artists Cameron Eagle and his son Daniel.

Beyond its artistic significance, it reflects the family’s deep roots in Oklahoma, as Cameron’s grandfather helped build Route 66.

The fun kicks off, as it always does, on the fourth Sunday of the year, this year Sunday, July 25… so get your boots on.

 

 

America, Countries

Sun was coming up over Santa Monica Boulevard

All I wanna do is have some fun before I die said the man sat in the Uber next to me… and the sun was coming up over Santa Monica Boulevard.

We are in the Uber from hell despite the easy jazz coming out of the driver’s playlist.

Well, they do say that the Devil plays the best tunes.

And forms pleasing shapes with Michael a well turned out Fifty-something dude from Seattle.

Who unfortunately can’t get us back from our night out from downtown LA Live to the pier.

Like a prayer for Donna

Shore thing: Santa Monica beach

Donna, our sainted Irish travel pal from Tour America would be forgiven for going round the bend.

Michael is as he tries to connect his phone to hers with his showing her as a blue dot chasing after him.

Only in America!

After a couple of cancellations, at her cost, and we hope she gets her refund in the 23-hour refund policy.

And an hour in his roomy, air-conditioned Kia people carrier we give up the gig and book a second driver.

Uber to you

Driftin’: Uber world

Michael 2.0 is a different animal and sex… her car is only a four-seater and we’re a five.

And she has brought her home with her which Donna has to sit among in the front-seat.

While she has the heating up full which knocks Julianne out in the back.

While our new pal who has latched on to who for the purposes here we’ll call Bill, or Billy or Buddy.

But whose real name is Stuart (from Manchester, England) and who is on the phone to Spain to his signora from Peru.

Now my Spanish is nada but I can figure out that there was an expletive next to Uber and Michael/Miguel in the conversation.

A toast at the Lazy Dog

Like all of life’s journeys, at least until now, we arrive at our destination.

The JW Marriott Los Angeles L.A. Live, 15 and a half miles away, 45 minutes later.

Donna has a thirst on her like she has been stuck in the Mojave Desert over yonder above Las Vegas.

It is only sporting to take her to join our Irish and Bostonian pals (same thing really) at the Lazy Dog on our hotel doorstep.

For local craft beers… and regale our company with our Santa Monica adventure.

Rollercoasters, bumpers and whack a moles

How Julianne conquered her fears of rollercoasters.

Whupped my ass on the whack a mole, I got my own back on the American bumpers.

Before drinking it off in Bubba Gump  itShrimp, near the sign for the end of Route 66..

And how we’d dragged Donna out of the jumping music joint Big Dean’s for all this.

Just as the sun was coming up over Santa Monica Boulevard.