Monday, October 17, 2011

Mountain Ride

I grew up in mountain country.


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This was the view out my bedroom window at home. 


When I got married and moved 80 miles north, the mountains became a distant memory. In this Breaks country, the hills are inside out.


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And while it's beautiful, it's just not the same.


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The smells, the sounds, and the sky are different. 


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So when I had the chance to help a friend gather cattle in the mountains last week, I jumped at it, even though the cattle were all yearlings. 


Gathering yearlings is similar to eating Jell-O with a toothpick. 


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They have no clear sense of direction, and they have two gears: stop and go.


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But nothing could keep me from enjoying my day in the mountains, especially since it was the same mountain range where I grew up.


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Although I didn't pack a camera with me in the saddle, I did have one in the pickup, and I used a cell phone to snap a few pictures along the way.


Mostly, though, I was occupied trying to keep 138 heifers from bolting back into the timber.


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My husband and his new horse, Jasper, were busy as well, along with the rest of the friends and neighbors that gathered on a beautiful fall day to tackle the task at hand.


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It was a beautiful day.

3 comments:

The Hafts Happenings said...

The pictures are fabulous!!! I'm in the 4Club, too!!!

Heather in ND said...

Don't even get me started about yearlings..

Haf Dozen Reasons....... said...

Beautiful! My sons have been trucking cattle out of MT this fall. Maybe they hauled 'em!?!

 
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