Memorial Day Weekend
Bridget and Spike have had their breakfast and are in the mood for a nap. I settle them into the Perfect Tow Vehicle and drive us away from our campsite for Nowhere In Particular. (I go there a lot.) I think it’s fun to wander on country roads. I like to see how people live, the crops they grow, the livestock, and, of course, one of my favorite subjects to photograph . . .
Horses!
Redmond, Utah
On the way from camp to Salina, I turn on a two-lane road and cross between flat, green fields.
A few more miles and we’re in Redmond, a small town by a lake.
The lake isn’t very big, not as big as this photo makes it seem. (I don’t know why the photo looks dark. Maybe a cloud blocked the sun.)
Redmond Lake
Families are enjoying their holiday at the lake.
Some are fishing, others have a picnic. A pre-teen girl suns herself on an inflatable raft.
Redmond is a pleasant town.
I sense community pride. . . a playground in the park, tidy homes with lawns clipped, an impressive veterans memorial with flags a-fluttering, no litter, well-tended flower boxes.
The building next to the park
We follow the road past a small airport.
At Route 89 I point the PTV south toward Salina. A few more turns and we’re on another two-lane road taking us across countryside.
A handsome stallion causes me to stop.
I proceed to take photos through the open passenger window.
“Yoo-hoo!”
He looks intently across the adjacent field. It doesn’t take long for his message to be understood.
“Hello, ladies. You’re looking lovely today.”
After a brief hello, the stallion prances and switches his tail. Look at him show off. He knows he’s handsome.
The ladies can’t take their eyes off him. One seems particularly interested.
He’s sweet-talkin’ that filly!
Nuzzle, nuzzle . . .
It seems an understanding has been reached.
Ah, the age-old story of romance . . .
In the side mirror an old pick-up approaches.
It slows and parks next to my window. An elderly gentleman with a very long, grey beard is at the wheel. He looks at me through his truck’s passenger window.
“Is everything all right?” he asks.
“Oh, yes. I’m just looking at these beautiful horses. Thank you,” I respond with a big smile.
He returns the smile, nods his head, and goes on his way.
The holiday weekend passes peacefully.
Each day I talk with Del and Reg, either separately or together, when they stop at the fence on their chicken-check mission. A few more are lost. Del thinks it might be the work of a weasel, as a weasel is more likely than a coyote to wiggle through the fence. He saw one in the area recently.
The chicken count is down to four.
“We shut them up in the coop so we don’t lose any more,” Reg informs me.
“That’s good. If you run out of chickens, I won’t see you guys again,” I jokingly reply.
Late afternoons the crew and I play in the creek.
Spike
Bridget
“Oh, no!” I interrupt this Memorial Day Weekend report!
This is real time. As I’m typing this blog, inserting photos, and writing captions, I hear something behind me. I turn and look out the window.
Someone is trying to back in a long trailer!
Well, we’ve had the three days of Memorial Day weekend with no close neighbors.
The pick-up moves the trailer back and forth while I watch from inside the BLT.
Whew! They’re leaving . . . . Maybe they’ll take that site further up the road.
A peaceful camp next to a lovely creek . . . . This is what I love.
Can you blame me for wanting this all for ourselves?
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