It was a long day at the ranch. Much of the time spent was waiting around for the cattle wrangling. There weren’t too many places one could evade the rays of the sun, but there were some.
I made my way down the embankment towards the thicket of woods to find refuge from the sun. It’s amazing how even naturally fallen trees strewn among the landscape can shape the architecture of the woods. Some would argue the natural terrain just happened to be that way. I argue the direction the trees fell and can frame a picture was by design. Honestly, as one looks around, it’s almost impossible to take a bad picture; one would have to try really hard. The more difficult part is choosing the best of the good pictures to use.
After a fourteen-hour day out in the field, it was finally time to get home. Fortunately, I live only thirty seconds or so from the gates of the ranch. Pretty convenient when you’re tired and just want to sleep. After a quick shower it was time for bed.
I had to drive to Hamilton this morning. “What in world? Why is Hamilton so busy? Why are there so many cars out here?” For a population of slightly over four thousand six hundred there is a lot of movement. I guess I quickly and easily acclimated to the small population of only six hundred in Darby. “Damn! I’m getting anxiety seeing all these cars.” One of the downsides to living in a small town is sometimes you have to go to a bigger town for some things. “Damn! How’s next week going to be when I have to drive up to Missoula?” Can’t think about that now. I have a three-day weekend this weekend. I’m going to enjoy my small town even in the scheduled rain.
I’m not sure how much dirt time I’m going to get in this weekend, but I sure am going to try and maximize my outdoor time this weekend, even if it means driving through the woods parking somewhere and enjoying the rainfall while sitting in my vehicle, whilst admiring the wonders that surround me.
