Bill is always delighted to have some kids sit on his back.  I think all of the young ladies got a kick out of it too.

There wasn’t any hay available at the grain store and it’s in short supply as I travel north. As a backup, I picked up several bags of alfalfa cubes to supplement the range grass the horses are foraging on.

Spring comes late to the northern Rockies, but I think I’m timing my adventure to coincide with the arrival of the spring grasses. In another week or so, the lads should be once again dining on the sweet, new, spring grass in the mountains.

I hate to think about all of the calls from ‘concerned motorists’ that I generate to the police.  They are always very kind and considerate when the ‘check me out’.  This Wyoming State Trooper went out of his way to be nice.  The Colorado State Patrol did the same thing.  I know the Colorado State Patrol used to be called the ‘Courtesy Patrol’. I often wonder why they dropped the name?

Tomorrow morning, I’m going to try and drag my butt out of bed at the crack of dawn and tack some new shoes on B.O.B. I always wake up when the first hint of gray comes in the sky, but usually I roll over, turn on the coffee pot and lounge around in bed for a about 45 minutes before I get up.  It’s tough breaking the routine, but I guess for B.O.B. I could do it.

After a day of pulling and the excitement of town, there’s nothing like a quick snack of grass and nap in the sunshine!

It’s less than a week to Pinedale. After that, I’ll be back in the Mountains. I can almost taste the sweet, spring grass myself!