Early this morning before the ranch house awoke, Mr. Nielson and I
slipped out the front door and into the pastures.
We have a workout routine that we developed some years back together...
kind of like cross fit, but way cooler.
We sprint from telephone pole to telephone pole, do push ups on the
salt-lick tubs, and squats up against the water tank.
On our run home we came across the cows- or the "ladies",
(as Christian calls them) at the water hole.
They are fascinated with us, and I think I am equally as fascinated with them.
They came right up to us, smelled us, and licked our salty skin.
After we got home, ate, and showered up, we helped Boss fill up the water hole.
Today and tomorrow more of the Nielson cousins will be arriving,
and the water hole will be a nice escape from the New Mexico heat.
We also loaded up Big Red, the ranch truck and let both Claire and Jane
take turns driving her on the dusty ranch roads.
The boys sat in the back with their pistols ready to shoot prairie dogs.
The days are slow up here, and time moves like molasses.
Then Mr. Nielson saddled up Ol Bae and we all took turns riding him
under the stormy sky.
Then I got really hot and had to go inside, take my shirt off and lie
on my bed near the fan om full blast.
Paint by number day 2:
Moving right along!