was also fun in such sports as riding bucking horses and steers. In
his brief history of Blue Valley for "Rainbow Views," compiled
by Anne Snow, Andrew hunt quoted one such "bronc buster":
"I once rode a big steer which bucked so hard and so long that
by the time he got through everything was black and I was almost unconscious."
had an old burro that no one could stick. He was in the coral every
Sunday, but was never conquered."
death of Blue Valley came when over-grazed range lands cound no longer
hold back summer rains. Then floods roared, with rolling boulders pounding,
as the roily-red water surged through the fertile valley. The irrigation
diversion dam washed out again and again and mud filled the canals and
the river channel was a big open scar -- ragged, wide and deep; so deep
the dam could not be replaced.
irrigation water the fields and orchards burned. Then followed the time
of little food to eat and no money. In desperation the families one
by one, packed belongings onto horse-drawn wagons and headed out over
long dusty roads.