The Watering Hole
Posted by Jill Bosich on
We were leaving camp and about a quarter mile from the corral, one stopped and they all stopped. Goes to show you, the power of suggestion. After a good long drink, it was off and running again and onto the horse pasture for a day of rest. Such a blazing hot morning. One where the sun was already beating down and it was barely after 9am. No breeze and no clouds for refreshing cover. Didn’t do any good to complain, because the work’s gotta be done anyways and more than that, there’s never a bad day in this saddle. Hot or not, I love this range. Xo
