I'm now temporarily ensconced on the Stovall ranch right between the bunkhouse and the horse barn, and I'd rather be here than the nicest RV park in the Country.
The 2 miles of dirt washboard road that I had to use to get to the bunkhouse wasn't as bad on the Arctic Fox as I thought it would be. It pulled very smoothly and after I parked it and went inside I found that nothing had fallen off the counters, and none of the cabinet drawers or doors were open. In fact there was no difference on the inside than when I pull it down the interstate.
They were kind enough to feed me when I got here, since I got here about lunchtime. And needless to say beef was on the menu. I tried not to get too close to the Cowboys that were already eating for fear of having a limb chewed off. Apparently they only feed them twice a week and they get powerful hungry when anything is put in front of them.
These folks here are really nice friendly people that treat everyone like family, and because of their lifestyle people like this used to be called "the salt of the earth". But it appears that America has changed and the bums that have never worked a day in their life are the good people, and people like this who break their backs every day to make a living for their family's, are the problem.
So far these folks are some of the hardest working people I've ever seen. And it's pretty obvious that the people at the bottom end of the totem pole work so hard because the people at the top are working right along with them a lot of the time. When there's a job that needs to be done everybody jumps in and does it, no one is standing on the sidelines barking out orders, if there is a ditch that needs to be dug everybody has a shovel.
These three pictures are from the Museum I went to yesterday in Hardin Montana.
This piece of farm machinery probably explains all of the one armed farmers back in the day
For some reason this church looked foreboding to me so I made it black-and-white