Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday, but my goodness I was wiped after my phenomenal weekend at the Self Reliance Expo.
A few photos from the trip home:
Pike's Peak (taken from a moving vehicle). I still can't believe I could see it from my hotel room window all weekend long. Gorgeous.
This fawn accompanied us all the way to Spokane.
Seen from the air, it never fails to astound me how flat this part of the country is. Everything is laid out in grid-like perfection.
As we flew west, things got drier and drier. One of the overwhelming concerns I heard at the Expo from those wanting to move rural in Colorado was the lack of water. They're right -- it's a concern.
I am forever struck by the vast emptiness of this portion of the country. And it's empty for one simple reason: water. Or the lack thereof.
Soon we were flying over the reason for all that lack of water: the Rockies. So many states are in the rain shadow of these mighty mountains.
We passed over ridge after ridge, and it was easy to see how layers of moisture could be peeled off clouds until there's nothing left by the time it gets to the east side of the chain.
Just coming over Spokane.
Once we got home, the cattle immediately started to misbehave by plunging over the pasture fence onto the neighbor's property in the mistaken belief the grass was greener. Rather unusually, they behaved themselves while I was gone (our herd has a long and enthusiastic tradition of escaping fences the moment I leave home, leaving poor Don to contend with them as best he can solo). This time at least they had the courtesy of waiting until all four of us could grab push-poles and retrieve them.
We'd been meaning to push the animals back onto the wooded side of our property anyway (to let the pasture side grow up in grass a bit more), so we figured now was as good a time as any. The critters were all in high spirits, so the moment we opened the gate they galloped through.
Thankfully two out of our three out-of-bounds beasties immediately decided to follow (sometimes there's an advantage to the herd mentality), but Thor (Matilda's yearling) couldn't figure out which way to go. "Mama!"
At last he found he way through the gate (Don closed it behind him) and came thundering up the path.
"Mama!" (That's Matilda, grazing on the left.)
And suddenly everything was peaceful again as the animals cropped down the grass in the driveway.
Being back on this side of the property means the livestock will be using a different water tank, which had grown yucky because we hadn't been changing the water. So Older Daughter helped me tip the tank and dump out all the old water.
Time to scrub!
Here's the scrub brush. Ewww yuck.
Hosing off as I go. Soon the tank was fresh and clean.
Ahh, it's good to be home.