Every muscle in my body hurt as I packed up my SUV with my leather chaps, various boots and a suitcase with dirty laundry. I’ve ridden on cattle round-ups which are slow and leisurely overall. This is not so on a horse round-up. We moved 50 head of horses from their summer home in Alpine to their winter home in Springville – about a 60 mile ride on the back of a fast moving horse.
When I decided to go on this horse round-up, I started conditioning myself with simple yoga exercises. Apparently, my conditioning regimen wasn’t effective because I’ve never hurt all over my whole body this badly. Not even when I was bucked off of Spice.
Before I headed back to Safford, I placed, photographed and documented art piece #127 on the window ledge of an early 1900’s wooden, guest cabin on the Beaver Creek Ranch property. The cabin appeared to be small and I wondered how a whole family could live between split log walls. Of course with all those people huddled in that tiny vicinity – that was one way to keep warm during the cold, snowy winters in the White Mountains.
Before I drove away from the Beaver Creek Ranch, I thanked the owners, Bill and Caren for their hospitality. Now the only other thing that I looked forward to being thankful for was the first appointment I could get with my chiropractor. Ouch … Ouch … Ouch.
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