As you can see from the pictures, we had tickets for the day with the absolute worst weather of the entire Stampede. We were wet and frozen much of the time that we were there. Most of the food vendors never even opened that day. The weather was so bad that the Chuck Wagon races were cancelled for the first time in 35 years. We were able to get tickets for the Chucks, what the locals call the Chuck Wagon races, on the following evening. As you can see, I forgot to bring a cap so Peter gave me the hood off of his jacket. Who would think that you need a cap to keep you warm in July. Beautiful I was not but it really did helped me stay a little warmer and drier. Who says chivalry is dead?
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