- Feb 11, 2005
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- northern Nebraska Sandhills
A mini cattle drive in progress
Kosmo Kid and Peach and their ponies
Pushing the heifers through the hills
A little green grass is coming on.
From Peach's perspective
This calf was coming with one front foot back.
Kosmo giving the old heave ho
Wrapped in a colorful blanket
He's on the ground now, folks, and can hear you. Give him a big round of applause. :wink:
John Burton. I have been in on many adventures that this gentleman has instigated. He rode horseback from Ellsworth, Nebraska
to the Grand Canyon of Arizona in 1947. On November 8, 1997 he accompanied our family (Peach, Sparky, Sunflower,
the Kosmo Kid, and myself when we all rode mules to the bottom of the Canyon and spent the night at the Phantom Ranch.
This was fifty years to the day when he rode his own horse and led a packhorse from the North Rim across and came out
at the top of the South Rim the same evening. While camped out the night before his ride across in '47, he had got his last pair
of socks wet so had hung them on a bush to dry. A big wind came up that night and blew one of the socks away. Going sockless
on one foot, he arrived at the Phantom Ranch and had the noon meal with a crew of workmen. While there, he managed to buy
a pair of socks for a dollar from a kind-hearted soul. Then he had three socks so was in good shape once again. :wink:
JF Ranch and his number three son