Tomorrow we have some folks gettin’ up early and tearin’ outta here to Wishon to catch a ride to the ranch. The road over Kaiser Pass is bein’ plowed by the Edison Company as I write this, but they haven’t busted through yet. We can’t wait for that Company to piddle around settin’ up ground transportation, so we’re gonna fly in to get the ranch set up and to clear all the fallen trees from our own “road.”
Luke, his brother Michael, and Tim, who has worked for us for nigh on to forever will be loadin’ all their vittles and stuff onto Richard Ambrosini’s helicopter and makin’ a couple of trips from Wishon to the ranch. Why Wishon? ’Cause there’s no snow there. Normally we fly outta Huntington Lake (or better yet, the Ahwahnee ranch) but there’s still six feet of snow at China Peak Ski Resort, our usual takeoff point.
So how come I’m writin’ this blog with all the in’ instead of ing endin’s? Well, Saturday we had our spring roundup and messed around with at least 40 horses and 30 people who were either doin’ or watchin’ and that’s jest how I talk till I get outta the mood. Sorry, it’s jest the way thin’s are wit’ me. Live wid it.
Here’s a pitcher of Doctor Mike with his arm clear up the south end of a northbound horse (he’s wearin’ a really long glove). He’s pokin’ around with his ultrasound sensor to see if she’s preggers. She weren’t. Dang. Wasted money on a very expensive stud fee. It’s a lesson learned. Buy ’em when they’re on the hoof and you can see the whites of their eyes.