Please? Just... go. Please. I'm begging you. I'm on my knees, being sandblasted. Just. Go. Away.
Last night daddy said we wouldn't be moving cattle out of Lake pasture and off shinry, because the weather was gonna be kinda nasty. Well we woke up this morning and it was clear and gorgeous and no rain in sight, so Grandpa gathered up the horses, and off we went. We had to trailer wayyyy up North and as soon as we stepped out of the truck the wind was an absolute nightmare already. It was cold. Like icey cold. Like a frozen air compressor. Gah. And I was NOT in my heavy coat, having not suspected such dreadful circumstances to swoop in over my poor stupid little head, ohhh woe is me!!
It wasn't too terrible during the gather. I didn't have any cattle until the last 3/4 mile or so, and there was a lot of trottin and loping so I stayed relatively warm despite the blanket of gray cast overhead. It was when we went through the gate and started the drive that things got miserable. The wind was hitting us from the side (thank God it had been at our backs almost the whole way til then) and it was slow. And cold. Very slow. And super cold. Meepers! We drove them about 3 and a half miles, I'd guess. And then we got to lope all the way back to the trailer, which made me happy. (:
Anywho. I'm all dried out and caked in dirt and it's really not a fun position, so I think I'll go kick off my boots and change my shirt and collapse on the couch for a lil bit. Let me be a bum for an hour!!
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