Went with my Mom for a trail ride last weekend; we went out to the old homestead which has been a cattle pasture for many years now. It sits on the edge of Tramping Lake coulee, which is over 30 miles long. We were sad to see some of the pasture along the flat toplands had been broken up for cropland, since Uncle Ron no longer has cattle and there is no one interested in renting it for pasture.
The bay is my old man, Pirate, and the appaloosa is mom's horse Tinker.
