We had a family shindig this past weekend. All Of my Mom's family that could come met at my Aunt's ranch for some catching up and hanging out. We always have a blast when we party desert style.
The paintbrushes are spectacular!
My cousin Chet spent lots of time getting ready to pit cook a whole pig. Guess he couldnt find any beef! :???: :roll: :wink: :lol: :lol: Here's the pit in pre-heat mode.
Cousins in the camp trailer. This is why we do it! My cousins are some of my favorite people and so are their spouses thanks to always being together as kids. We do these reunions to make sure our kids get to know and love thier cousin pals! And they sure do!
There were horses a plenty and the kids about wore out the saddles and the horses!
Little H on Big Bob while her cousin Kyliee rode Meatball.
The pig pit prior to burial. Banana leaves wrap the pig followed by net wire.
Dusk across the desert.
The old barn shows her age.
Sundown is headed our way.
Littlest H and Ryder on the granite ledges in Joe's canyon.
While the desert is blooming, the mountain is still stretching and yawning from a long winter. But the green is coming quick and the veiw is pretty.
Looking down the canyon after a pleasant ride.
The dock is in all it's glory.
Heading toward the narrows.
BIG dang blow snake! :shock: Not poisonous and a fine mouse killer. But I am allergic to snakes and kinda hate them a lot.
Picture taken at a safe distance.
My much dumber younger brother and his son. Gives me the creeps just looking at the picture!
Yuk! After playing with the snake he released it safe and sound.
The gatherin' spot.
We did a bunch of exploring. This horse trap was built by my Grand Dad and his brothers on Green's Ridge. It is filled full of silt now but captured many a mustang in the day!
Managed to capture some young brambies ourselves!
Uncle Jake's cabin and claim. He never could speak much english as he immigrated as a grown man from holland after my Great Great Grandad got here and settled.
The cabin sits at the base of King Solomon Cliff.
If walls could speak........ He grew a fine orchard with many kinds of apples grafted to grow on one tree. Always carried a Ballard Rifle and once convinced Porter Rockwell that he was not taking a horse from the ranch after Rockwell's had come up lame while pursuing bandits. He did not know Rockwell and only knew someone wanted to take a horse that was Great Grandpa's. The small man with the big Ballard rifle was enough to cause Rockwell to leave like he came..... a foot. When Jake told the old folks the story and described Porter Rockwell's long hair they and he were amazed how the story ended.
My sweetheart and son stand in the cabin of a family ledgend who will never be forgotten.
I ventured into his old mine portal to snap one quick picture. The timber is rotting and the mine will soon go back into the earth. They worked hard to make a living.
We rode the wheelers up Sheeprock to show the gang where Mrs. H killed her dandy buck last fall. She is going to have an article in a national magazine called Muley Crazy in July. She had a picture in the Eastman's Hunting Journal already this spring. I am pretty proud of her!!!!!!
She took her buck just to the left of the highest snow drift. Did I mention I am a proud husband?
The pig ended up a little rare some we did a quick butcher job and finished him in the dutch ovens. Sorry I didnt get pictures of how it ended. We spent the weekend visiting and telling stories. We will get back to work next weekend when we move the cows across the allotment. But it was great to get together. Hope ya'll did the same and remembered those who have passed before. If we dont tell the stories about the old folks how will our kids ever know them? If you don't know your own ancestors, what makes ya think anyone else would? Please dont forget and do all ya can to share their memories with the coming generations. Till we ride again........ Adios from the desert!
My cousin Chet spent lots of time getting ready to pit cook a whole pig. Guess he couldnt find any beef! :???: :roll: :wink: :lol: :lol: Here's the pit in pre-heat mode.
Cousins in the camp trailer. This is why we do it! My cousins are some of my favorite people and so are their spouses thanks to always being together as kids. We do these reunions to make sure our kids get to know and love thier cousin pals! And they sure do!
There were horses a plenty and the kids about wore out the saddles and the horses!
The pig pit prior to burial. Banana leaves wrap the pig followed by net wire.
Dusk across the desert.
The old barn shows her age.
Sundown is headed our way.
Littlest H and Ryder on the granite ledges in Joe's canyon.
While the desert is blooming, the mountain is still stretching and yawning from a long winter. But the green is coming quick and the veiw is pretty.
Looking down the canyon after a pleasant ride.
The dock is in all it's glory.
Heading toward the narrows.
BIG dang blow snake! :shock: Not poisonous and a fine mouse killer. But I am allergic to snakes and kinda hate them a lot.
My much dumber younger brother and his son. Gives me the creeps just looking at the picture!
The gatherin' spot.
We did a bunch of exploring. This horse trap was built by my Grand Dad and his brothers on Green's Ridge. It is filled full of silt now but captured many a mustang in the day!
Managed to capture some young brambies ourselves!
Uncle Jake's cabin and claim. He never could speak much english as he immigrated as a grown man from holland after my Great Great Grandad got here and settled.
The cabin sits at the base of King Solomon Cliff.
If walls could speak........ He grew a fine orchard with many kinds of apples grafted to grow on one tree. Always carried a Ballard Rifle and once convinced Porter Rockwell that he was not taking a horse from the ranch after Rockwell's had come up lame while pursuing bandits. He did not know Rockwell and only knew someone wanted to take a horse that was Great Grandpa's. The small man with the big Ballard rifle was enough to cause Rockwell to leave like he came..... a foot. When Jake told the old folks the story and described Porter Rockwell's long hair they and he were amazed how the story ended.
My sweetheart and son stand in the cabin of a family ledgend who will never be forgotten.
I ventured into his old mine portal to snap one quick picture. The timber is rotting and the mine will soon go back into the earth. They worked hard to make a living.
We rode the wheelers up Sheeprock to show the gang where Mrs. H killed her dandy buck last fall. She is going to have an article in a national magazine called Muley Crazy in July. She had a picture in the Eastman's Hunting Journal already this spring. I am pretty proud of her!!!!!!
She took her buck just to the left of the highest snow drift. Did I mention I am a proud husband?
The pig ended up a little rare some we did a quick butcher job and finished him in the dutch ovens. Sorry I didnt get pictures of how it ended. We spent the weekend visiting and telling stories. We will get back to work next weekend when we move the cows across the allotment. But it was great to get together. Hope ya'll did the same and remembered those who have passed before. If we dont tell the stories about the old folks how will our kids ever know them? If you don't know your own ancestors, what makes ya think anyone else would? Please dont forget and do all ya can to share their memories with the coming generations. Till we ride again........ Adios from the desert!