Our fireworks this Fourth of July carried a little more punch than your average roman candle. We had to cut out seven pairs of cows and their calves at a time and then chase them into a corral and up a chute to be loaded into trailers and hauled into the mountains for the summer.
Unfortunately, we were caught in a downpour. It was raining so hard I couldn’t see, and I was as soaked as if I stepped into a shower fully clothed. Not to mention the lightning slamming into the ground. We finally gave up and headed for the barn. I pushed my horse into a gallop. He immediately humped his back and started crow hopping (not quite bucking, but seriously considering it).
Of course, I’d borrowed my Dad’s cowboy hat and it ended up in the dirt. Not wanting to end up on the ground, I slowed him to a trot and we kept moving.
Maybe I’m crazy, but that was the most fun I’ve had in a while. 😀
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That is an awesome picture and it sounds like you had a lot of fun. 😀
I'm glad no one was hurt.
Is that really a true story? Or is this part of one of your books? Wow.
My hubby keeps begging me to go up there so you can teach him to ride a horse. I'm glad you didn't end up on the ground!
Your life sounds very exciting. All I did on the fourth was eat ice cream and watch fireworks with thousands of other folks at Sugarhouse Park.
MundieMoms: It was fun, but I didn't bring a camera, so I had to find a pic on the net.
Donna: Ya, you're supposed to lie down on the lowest ground available in a lightning storm. Not jump on a horse.
Jessie: It's a true story. I was there with my uncle, dad, cousin and his wife, and a hired hand.
Michelle: Tell Adam I'd love to, but it would probably take an entire summer. 😉
Michael: haha! My life is usually pretty boring.