The Ranch in the Sandhills

We decided that Cow Country is Gods Country. The land and life are so much more simple than what any of us has ever known. I suppose for me the word simple should be the word complicated since the nearest grocery store is an hour away. I would need to plan a little better.

We had fun catching up on things and were treated to watching the young kids practice roping calves to prepare for the rodeo. Our friends husband took us for a tour of the ranch and how he keeps all those meadows straight is beyond me. You could hear the pride in his voice as he pointed out things and very patiently answered our questions.

I have no doubt in my mind that the next time I am near a cow giving birth, I will be able to reach up inside her and by feeling the calves hooves, know if it is trying to come out facing the right direction.  

Wait..... Let me re-word that.

 I have no doubt that I can instruct someone else to reach up in that cow butt and know that the hooves should be facing a certian direction.

Ranching may not be for me, but I did appreciate everything I saw.

We bounced all over that ranch for a good hour and loved every bit of it. How her son hung on in the bed of the truck I will never know, but he did a great job.

Even the heat of the morning was so much more better that the heat with the humidity that we are used to.We got to visit the 2 room school house that our friends son goes to. We also went to visit other families from the ranch (or the neighboring ranch) I get all that land a little mixed up. Our friend drove us up and down the one lane county road while honking at people she knew as they waved at her.

It is definitely a whole different way of life and perhaps not a life for everyone, but for our friend it is the perfect life.