Every town has their funny/crazy things that they do. In the little town where I grew up in they celebrate Mule Days. Seriously. Three days of mule games, events, parades… you name it they do it. I’m not really sure why though. I can only think of a handful of people in our valley that has mules so I don’t know why Drummond is the place for it. Actually, there was a time when they tried moving it somewhere else, but apparently that didn’t go over so well because it is back in Drummond!
We were visiting my parents over Mule Days and took a spin around. We missed the parade… but we did get to watch a little of the wagon events and some penning. For the life of my I don’t know why people prefer mules to horses (unless your packing… those animals can HAUL) but these folks do. We found mules in all colors, shapes, and sizes. And I must admit that some of the teams hooked up were beautiful!
Growing up we always said the best thing about Mule Days is the rain that comes with it. Not kidding. It seems that it rains this weekend every year. Boy we sure do love Mule Days!