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This nice couple had planned a trip from Grand Junction, CO to meet me, but just happened to find me on their way back from Taos, NM. |
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After lunch, Hannah and Maggie jumped on board for the 8 mile ride to the house. Both girls are experienced with horses and really enjoyed the ride. Hannah did a great job of driving the lads for about a mile. We pulled into the house just ahead of a large squall line. Fortunately, a storm never materialized from the ominous looking clouds, and I didn’t get soaking wet trying to unharness and bed down the team. |
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Melissa, driving the lads off the pole at lunchtime. I have to admit she handled the lads a lot better than the John Wayne Impersonator did when we were in Montrose, CO. Heck, if you can beat out John Wayne, you got to be pretty good. |
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So now I’m settled in at Melissa’s farm for a bit and were having a great time. On the 26th, we saddled up two of the lads and a couple of Melissa’s horses and went for about a 3 hours horseback ride. B.O.B. didn’t have a rider, so he enjoyed his status as a free ranging ‘Western Star’ and trotted along with the group. Thursday, I’m head out to a canyon south of here to count Bighorn Sheep. Melissa works for the Bureau of Land Management, and I’ve been invited to saddle up and ride along on their Annual Sheep Count. Hopefully, I’ll get some good pictures for the website. |
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Maggie and Hannah on the wagon. Hannah, doing a great job handling the lines. |
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Friday, Melissa, her two girls and I are taking the wagon and a couple of Outrider horses on a three day camping trip back into the mountains. I’ll drop the trailer and go into the mountain travel mode. The wagon works perfect as a centerpiece for a camping trip into the mountains. Since everything is horsepowered, it should be a great horse camping experience, complete with cooking, toilet an shower facilities. I’m currently about 7 miles south and a tad west of Alamosa, CO. |
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A strong looking squall line moving in from the Sangre De Cristo Mountains. Fortunately, this one was all bark and no bite. |