Bob, myself, and the three horses headed out about 10 a.m. Saturday morning for a pack-in. Here we are headed down the road from Bob's place. Bob is in the lead on Bill, Then B.O.B. with the pack saddles, and Doc and I are riding rear.
We went through an area where the trail was very narrow, way too narrow for B.O.B. with the pack saddles. He lost his footing once and had he not recovered he would have went down the hill and into the creek. We got up so far and had to walk the horses back down as that trail ended. It was a little hectic there for awhile. Before we got to camp Doc was being stubborn and ran my right knee into a tree. As if that wasn't enough, we came to a very low branch. I thought I had it made but the branch caught on the collar of my jacket and I did a very ungraceful rear in dismount off Doc. He stands 18 hands high and we were going uphill. Not a pleasant experience.
Finally we arrived at camp as after we got things sat up I was able to take a few pictures. First, you can see the horses are making themselves comfortable in camp. B.O.B. looks like he wants to help woth the wood for the fire.
Sitting in lawn chairs by the campfire, I caught a marvellous sight in the sky. It was saying good night to the world.
We had cattle all around us. the next morning they were right in camp but I didn't get a picture of them. B.O.B. and Dic are grazing with the cows in this picture.
That didn't last long. B.O.B. and Doc took off. Bob rode for about 2 1/2 miles before he caught them. Doc was the instigator. We broke camp and headed back. Doc acted up again and this time my left knee connected with a tree. We stopped on top and Bob caught me gazing at the Sange De Cristo Mountains. After 35 miles of riding we made it home. That is the longest trip I have ever taken on horseback. I am ready for another one.