Boy, I have my days ALL messed up. Just sat down at the computer and realized it’s SATURDAY, which means I’m supposed to make a video. Well, with 25 minutes left in the day, it’s not gonna happen!
I can entertain you with pics from yesterday. I’ve repeatedly told Vernon I’d go out with him to the badlands and check the water. Somehow, it’s never fallen on a good day until yesterday. Every four days, it’s our turn to go chop off the ice so the cows can drink water. Three other neighbors, who also run cattle in this allotment, rotate with us.
We leave a bit after 7 am… a “bit after” due to me and my slow moving brain and chicken chores!
Although we can’t see the sun yet, it lights the top of the Big Horns with alpenglow.
The moon watches as we put miles behind us…
Finally, our first stop is a reservoir. Three chopping sprees later, three holes are once again open for business.
At eight am, the sun is up, and we’re off to more water tanks. We repeat. Drive. Repeat. Drive. Repeat. A large loop in open country, with only cows, some sage chickens, and hawks to keep us company.
It’s so quiet. The crunch of tires in snow, the year’s country songs in a countdown on the radio, occasional comments on the geology, the history, the vegetation, the weather… a comfortable and reaffirming ride with my husband, knowing this open space may not be for everyone, but it definitely is perfect for us. This place, this time, really couldn’t be any better. These moments bring us peace.Find me here!