WF Barn
WF Barn resident
The Z-U from the hill house!
Our picnic spot!I'd taken our dog for her daily walk...and when I got home, Bob had called Irv about riding up there. He was more than gracious...saying make the Box R your second home. Wow!
We unloaded at Irv's buildings. I was stifling a lump in my throat as we headed out. We rode around Irv's pastures, remarking about how the willows have taken over in places, and how some places haven't changed in six decades. We saw well over a hundred deer, and somewhere close to that many antelope. They were all glad to be in the high country.
We rode up the creek, and into the Z-U. Bob talked about the years he owned the place and the improvements he made, and some of the plans he had for that place. For sure, there are a lot of "what ifs". Oh well, at least we were there in it's hay day! We had our picnic lunch over the old bunkhouse.
We continued up the creek...remarking on the shame the meadows are in. The work that went into those places to get them up to speed, and now they are just let go. Anyhow, we crossed into our old place, the WF ranch. Amazingly, the barn looks pretty good. After Blatt tore down our old home and shop, and burned it, he left the mess. Nothing has been cleaned up. Again, no body cares. We rode the pastures, and as a storm came in from the north, we headed back down the creek to the Box R. The entire day was a joy for me. It was so good to be on a good horse up there with Bob. Thanx Bob!
