Sunday, January 25, 2009

Round up pictures

Today is the last day of the National Western Stock Show, and for the first time in two weeks, we're having Stock Show weather. It's cold and although the snow isn't falling yet, you can feel it in the air. My young riding buddy Cara and I will be attending the finale of the draft horse and mule show later today. I've never been to either a draft horse or a mule show, so I am looking forward to it even if it means I need to break out the long johns!

We leave in about an hour and that's not enough to time to start a project so I've been amusing myself by scanning more pictures from the Don K Ranch. This set is from the round up that took place right after Cherokee dumped me in the mud.

The Don K was located in the mountains west of Pueblo, and to call it remote would not be an exaggeration. It was nearly fifteen miles from a paved road, and its two and a half mile driveway was a narrow, twisting path lined by steep rocky cliffs. It was not the sort of road you'd want to drive on if you were hauling a giant trailer full of horses, so every time Sombrero Ranch made a delivery we got to have a round up.

This first picture shows the wranglers riding down the driveway. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous to be back on Cherokee. I was a good sport about having been dumped earlier in the day, but I'd hit the ground hard and every part of me was sore. Round ups could be pretty exciting and I was worried he'd get scared and start bucking again.The new horses were unloaded at the bottom of the driveway and "pushed" up the road. The goal was to keep them together in a group behind the truck and point rider. It looks pretty calm and orderly in this picture,but that wasn't always the case! As an aside, aren't those cliffs amazing? They were full of caves, one of which was home to a mama bear and her cub.This last picture shows the back of the herd passing through the driveway's one wide spot. You can see the two wranglers riding drag at the back of the pack. Their job was to keep the horses moving forward. My friend Gina and I are on the right side of the picture. Our job was to prevent the horses from entering the grassy area and spreading out. I was so worried the giant herd of horses thundering past would set Cherokee off, but he was a good boy. Once the last horses went by, we joined the herd in the ride up the road.
It's hard for me to believe these pictures were taken twenty years ago. I have such vivid memories of my dude ranch summers. The hours were long and the pay was lousy, but oh, it was wonderful to live in the mountains and spend all day, every day with horses!

1 comment:

  1. You were so lucky! Those summers must have been a dream come true!