Over all I would have to say that the rodeo wasn't all that interesting. It was very hot where I was sitting and there wasn't a speck of shade. I had come there with my boy friend and his family, thinking it would be an interesting diversion, but instead I was soon hot, tired and bored out of my skull, and feeling very annoyed because the people near us had a very small baby which was being burnt by the sun and they were too busy drinking beer to take notice.
Anyway, after watching the umpteenth Indian bucked off a nag and off several bulls, and the usual hitching, roping and wild cow throwing, I was really tired of it and just wanted to go home. The most interesting thing of the whole day, inside the arena, had been the trick riders, the clowns, and the Indian princess done up in fancy regalia.
I had become so bored I borrowed a pair of binoculars and was idly scanning the far hill with them, when I lit upon some objects in the far distance under a tree.
Below I have diagrammed my picture so you can see the funny sequence of events.
The black circle shows where the couple were enjoying themselves under the tree.
This picture shows where the dirt path went that the motorcyclist was on.
This picture shows the motorcyclist on his way back down the hill after his wild encounter.
Needless to say I have never forgotten my singular adventure in going to the Tygh Valley Rodeo that day, and remembering it still makes me laugh.