We are headed for the ranch in the mornin' to work on the fence some more. Been busy butchering meat chickens and tying up loose ends around the place here. Thought i'd post some pictures of the last trip fencing. Our little guy has got potty trained this summer and when ya gotta go, well, ya gotta go! Here goes littlest H back to the truck after one such pit stop! Little cowboys are pretty cute! This one is runnin' through Horse Valley on the way to the ranch.
Looking north at Lightning Ridge in Horse Valley. The Famous, for Utah anyway, McIntire Ranch had what they called the Summer Ranch headquarters near here. The ranch belongs to Frank Vincent nowadays.
Here's one of my project. The strain brace is about at the one mile mark of a mile and a half fence. It's coming along. I've shed 17 pounds thanks to this fence this summer!
The Leanin' H weight loss program! It involves a shovel, a bar, lots of boulders, tee-posts, a chainsaw, cedar posts and a couple bad words! :shock:
This old Sage brush is taller than me! Most doesn't get that tall, but if it's undisturbed in a bottom near water it gets taller.
My Great, Great Uncle settled the ranch where I've been fencing in the late 1860's. They buried two kids on the ranch and we weren't sure where. My Mom could remember riding with her Dad and him pointing out the spot. The graves were marked with a large rock at the head and foot. They got off thier horses and piled more rocks around them to better mark them. Then they got lost again in the cedars and brush. We found them while on the trip. Not much of a monument, but atleast we know where they lay. I'm thinking a little fence and monument may be in the works.
The pictures don't show very well, but this is them. My sweet wife found em' while i was fencing. Our family is sure happy to know where they are.
Henry's Cabin was under that big old black willow tree. I'm sure they could see the spot where they buried two of thier children from the house. Hope it brought them a small measure of peace. Hope they know we haven't forgot any of them and are amazed at the life they scratched out of the desert. Hope we honor them in how we follow in thier boot tracks!
Looking out toward the ranch and barn. 5 generations have watched sunsets from this ground. 6 counting my kids! Hope your own roots run this deep!
Part of the old stable and corral above the cabin.
The old black willow tree's planted by our ancestors have grow into lots of shade. The homestead cabin sat just to the right of where my bunch is sitting. Bet ya the tree's were quite a bit smaller back then.
And a fawn a peekin' at me through the rabbit brush and sage. Hope ya liked what ya saw! :wink:
