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A small portion of the flock of sheep grazing just off the summit. This time of year, the lambs and ewes are constantly calling out to each other and the noise can be deafening. |
After takkng care of the horses, posting blogs for the previous nights and sorting out my mess, I wolfed down a quick lunch and started back down the road. I unhitched Doc for the downward journey and the Belgians started making pretty good time. |
The snow covered Sneffels Range, as viewed on the road to Montrose. |
A few miles outside of Montrose, I met up with Kristen Rosenbarker and her seven year old daughter Alice. I met up with the Rosenbarkers two years ago while traveling in the area. The highlight of young Alice’s life was meeting the team and getting to set on Doc when I was a guest at the Museum of the Mountain West As mom (Kirstan) had a few errands to run, I invited young Alice to ride with me for a few miles as we made out way through town to their place 4 miles west of the City. |
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Seven year old Alice, who thought a wagon ride was a pretty good birthday present. |
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Just east of town, Bill was starting to play out, so I pulled into a gas station to swap him out for Doc. While changing horses, a lot of people stopped to say ‘hi’, including a family that got to sit on Doc. |
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There was nothing timid about these young cowboys and cowgirl - they wanted to sit on a horse. |
On our way through town, Alice and I must have had our picture taken a couple of hundred times. Not long after we started heading west of the city, we encountered a hill that was only about 1/3 of a mile long, but steeply pitched at 10 to 12%. Bob and Doc were equal to the task and pulled the wagon up the hill. Doc didn’t need any encouragement, but B.O.B needed a couple of pokes in the butt to get him to the top. |
Driving down Main Street, Montrose |
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If you look closely, you can see the reflection of the horse and wagon in the store windows. |
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It was just after 7 pm before I pulled into the Rosebarker place. The lads are comfortably settled in a field with 6 acres of good graze. My belly is full of a great steak dinner. I’ve had the pleasure of some great company and now I’m about ready to retire for the night. Life is very good! |
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Some ‘Mulies’ ont the way to the Rosenbarkers. You can see that the buck is just starting to sprout new antlers (or horns, as they say out west). |
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Good night all - I’m beat. |