Went on a horse feeding run the other week with a co-worker in need of a little ranch-hand assistance (as only a rookie, unsalty city slicker can provide). But throwing the alfalfa cubes to the stallions with the whipping sage-brush wind lightly pealing the open range proved a worthwhile hour away from the office indeed. A jockey of the desk earns no respect around these prairies.
If only I could learn to be content with a little scrub grass and alfalfa cubes. So much simpler would my life be.
Laramie Peak in the distance.
Come and get it!
Oftentimes a true statement.