Being a buckaroo ain't what it once was

Saturday was as expected partly cloudy with scattered rain showers and only got up to the mid 60s. Friday night got down to the mid-40s so my Wiggys sleeping bag was much appreciated.

Because of the scattered rain showers I didn't get to do a whole lot, a little shooting, a little hiking, but mostly sitting around in the tent staying warm and dry. So even though this weather wasn't great for having fun it was really good for testing my camping gear. Hot sun, rain squalls, gusty winds, and 45° temperatures were a formidable test of man and tent. Tent did good, man survived.

Today some cowboys stopped by looking for strays and talked to me for a while. This whole area is open range so the cows go where they please and if you don't want them on your land your required to fence your land. Having cows grazing on my property doesn't bother me in the least, I feel that they add to the ambience and the fertilizer.

It was pretty chilly in the morning and the afternoon so I wore a light coat for most of the day when I was sitting still. That cool weather made me want to get out and do things but the intermittent rains kept me close to camp.

Because of the rains and me not doing anything particularly interesting, I took surprisingly few pictures, and spent most of my time was spent sitting and thinking, because I felt that at the time sitting in the tent was the best thing I could do to keep it from blowing away.

                                      theboondork

The cattle down in this draw are some of the ones the cowboys were looking for. there's a year-round spring down there so the area attracts wild and domestic critters alike.

it's difficult to watch over 100 years of tradition flushed down the toilet but unfortunately that's the way it goes. when it comes to herding cattle in open areas a mechanical horse beats a real one in a variety of ways. But it still brings a tear to my eye to witness it.