Thursday, April 9, 2009
I Should Have Been A Cowboy
There is nothing like swinging into the saddle early in the morning with an anxious horse underneath. Your cell phone is never going to ring, no homework is due, and I am at a feeling of total freedom.
Last weeks round up was a roaring success! We rode some of the prettiest country I have ever seen. The ranch is called 9 Mile Ranch and it is near Price Utah. My friend Ben is the owner, he's seventy. Ben and his son Leroy run just over a hundred mother cows. They also use their ranch in the summer for a place people can camp or have a family reunion.
This time of year it is just Cowboy stuff. The ranch borders some BLM land and they have a permit to run part of their herd on the southern slope of a mountain range all winter long. April 1st is time to bring the mother cows in.
It was sunny, then it rained, then it snowed. I love being a cowboy. After chasing cows all day I get that same feeling I get after spending the whole day hunting. Tired, but totally rejuvenated.