09/01/2026
September, out West.
It begins with one last celebration of summer.
In Pendleton, that means Round Up. Horses and history. Old traditions and new memories. The roar of the rodeo, the colors and artistry of Native American culture, the flyover overhead, Happy Canyon after dark and the Westward Ho! Parade winding through town.
For a few days, our little hometown feels like the center of the West.
And then, almost overnight, the dust settles.
The streets grow quiet. The mornings turn cooler. The leaves begin to change. We start watching the sky for rain and welcoming the first little signs of fall.
September gives us both.
The celebration and the exhale.
The final call of summer and fall waiting at the doorstep.
Notes From The West, September.