Philip and I drove into Buffalo yesterday - needed supplies for evening cocktail gathering. Nothing like 15 miles on a gravel road to leave your teeth chattering and hips aching. Picked up a new packing bin for the clothes/supplies we leave behind each year. This time I'm going to remember to take pictures of what we leave. Need to add thermos, mirror, flashlight batteries, paper towels.
It was obvious at cocktails; MC isn't feeling so good and now she's down for the count; probably a cold ... but when you live at sea level (Santa Barbara); having a cold at 8,200' is no treat.
Some of the gang made the night ride; PB and I headed for the cabin to read. There was a domino game starting but I couldn't stay awake ... tonight, caffeine infusion for dinner and I'll make it thru one game.
No WSJ or Times paper for breakfast so I didn't have to listened to any commentary; however there was a slight dustup when sports team mascots were mentioned. Think the general consensus was "don't go there with Becky if you want to leave the table with your head still intact."
We had a gorgeous ride to Saw Mill. If I didn't know better ... this month would be July. There are entire hillsides full of bee balm, harebells, yarrow, queen anne's lace, mariposa lily, sunflowers - the horses ride thru a haze of butterflies and bees - it's enchanting...I feel a little like i'm in a Disney movie setting ... bambie, thumper, & Flower will appear any moment.
The Saw Mill itself is almost gone, no walls still standing and brush is about to cover it.
China Wall gang dodged and darted the Federales brilliantly. The prong horn kind saw us coming and took out before guns were drawn. The Black Angus ... not so much. Apparently we're to have a Cocktail Discussion tonight on whether or not Black Angus should really be considered Federales.
Philip and Michael are shooting this afternoon. I went for a walk to gather sage; but the sage was too wet. I'm afraid it will mold before I can begin to dry it...will wait for another day.
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| Michael J; checking out the resident burro |
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| Steb & Pauline, ready to ride out |
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| 1st Gate Stop; Saddle in the background |
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| Cinch checkstop; turned out my cinch was verrrry loose MJ, Steb II, Charlotte and Jill |
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| Philip, on his fart-propelled mount "Little Owl" |
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| Steb and Ziggy |
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| Looking back toward China Wall |
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| Saw Mill - what's left of it |
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| Heading back to the ranch |
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