Pioneer Day festivities

We waited in line for a very VERY long time for a ride on a pony. This was the moment I understood why my dad tried to hit every ride/show at whatever seasonal theme park we happened to visit. When you invest part of yourself ($54.99 per ticket to enter and a 14 hour car ride in my dad's case; and an hour of my life in the sun, 9 months pregnant, trying everything to keep Sadie from crossing the ropes and getting trampled by a pony; not succeeding, so having to hold her, in my case) you want to get the most out of your investment. So when Sadie said "go?" and put her head on my shoulder; clearly tired, I told her "no. we have to wait to ride the pony before we can go." And that's what we did. We waited and her turn came and the whole 2 minutes that she rode she stared at the silver medallion on the top part of the saddle, pushing it like a button. I think I could have had her sit on a saddle without the horse and she wouldn't have known the difference. But I felt good being able to say "Sadie rode a pony." And isn't that part of it all? Giving them the experience? Or maybe its giving us the experience of saying they had the experience? Either way. I don't regret it!

Sadie's first snowball after the pony ride:
Pina Colda. In case you were wondering.