Our 5th season here and my cowboy took me to this romantic little spot that I'd never seen before, we hobbled the horses and slipped over the fence into the neighbors.
The pictures don't do it justice. It really was high up (the 1st picture was down stream towards the river and the 2nd was upstream). It may not be all that spectacular to mountain folk but on the prairie it's a lot of 'flat' and this is a big deal. I thought it was real pretty.
We were standing on a train track bed built in the early 1900's all done with horses, quite amazing when you consider it.
All day long the air was perfumed from the chokecherries and wolf willow blossoming, my nose thought it was divine: sweet and soft, kind of like baby powder.
We took the 2 female pups, Glynnis and Pashaw (the hat protector). The moral of that story is never take just two pups together, better one pup and one old dog so at least one is under control. It will come.
Just a pretty day except for the Red Angus bull we had drive along for miles then load in the trailer (in the middle of 5000 acres) and send home cause he broke his thing. Soon he'll be an Oscar Meyer wiener (probably quite a few wieners, come to think of it.)