So, when I was about ten, a Triptik was ordered from CAA and we did the first half of the cross country tour and headed out west (the following year we went down east). What I remember most of that trip was the unending heat, in a car with no air conditioning.
And arriving in Calgary on the first weekend of the Stampede.
Somehow we managed to find a campground where we could park the trailer, though it took an awful lot of driving in circles and not asking for directions from my father and pleadings from my mother.
In the end, we drove into Calgary to see the 'sights' and find a restaurant. The place was almost deserted. Probably everyone was at Stampede Park. For some reason that has always been beyond me, my father was never interested in such fun cultural events. Since he 'owned the car and drove the car', seeing anything of the Stampede was not much of an option. The next day we hightailed it out of there to Banff.
The Calgary Stampede has been a tradition of one of the world's greatest outdoor rodeos for 102 years and today was the opening day parade.
Happy 4th of July to my American friends