Summer has flown by and fall work commences. There’s a crispness to the night air and leaves are turning.
Time for one of my favorite rides…
Morning found us gathering our mountain pasture.
The cows are plenty happy… there’s still green grass and good spring water and it hasn’t snowed yet, so they took more encouragement than some years. (No, that red pair isn’t ours)
My favorite aspen patch only has the slightest yellow tinge in its leaves.
I neither saw nor heard elk… but still…
Who can seriously complain about this ride?Find me here!