When grandson Ben is at the Furnace Creek Ranch Stable during the wintertime, he can go for a ride in a great big wagon pulled by two great big mules. But when he comes to our foothill ranch in Central California, the only wagon is a little Radio Flyer.
And it’s pulled by a creaky old grampa. Oh well. Life can be tough, so he may as well get used to it while he’s still young.
Photos: Hilary Hurley Painter
2 comments:
I wanna ride . . . . .
Okay Dave. Come on up and if you're willing to sit in that wagon, I'm willing to haul you for at least a few feet. But at least lift your feet off the ground; I'm not going to haul dead weight plus brakes!
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