I missed going out to the ranch this week. Stuck in the city. Last night when I stepped outside with our dog, Mocha, I thought of Traveller huddled in his winter coats against the cold and the darkness.
It has also helped to remember last Monday’s ride (which I failed to write about) with Randy and Deb out into the valley. The land was swathed in a huge light, our shadows cast long in the late afternoon glow. We stopped momentarily to watch farm labourers prune and rake their way down the endless rows of blueberry crop.
The first snow on Golden Ears fell over the weekend. The mountain was modest however and hid her pristine beauty behind a covering of cloud, teasing us with momentary glimpses of her icy grandeur.Let me not fail to mention the lesson on opening and closing electric wire fences from the back of a horse. Deb makes it look easy but mastering the skill of moving the horses ever so slightly forward, then ever so slightly sideways, then on a pivot etc takes quite a bit of practise. (In case you are wondering, the fences were turned off for the lesson!).