Windy Buggy Ride

The last day everyone was here the wind finally died down enough to go for a little spin on the buggy. When I say the wind died down I mean the gusts went from being 60 mph to about 35mph. We had originally planned to show our guests the high fence where the deer, elk, and antelope roam, then head toward the buffalo soaking up all the beautiful scenery the mountains offer in between. The only problem is that section of the ranch is quite flat and it would have been pretty miserable fighting the wind blowing right in our faces all day, instead we ducked into the forest letting the trees filter the 35 mph gusts, and headed around the mountain.

Once we reached the top I snapped a few shots of our friends.

This is Newt. You'll see him in the PBR one day soon. Just you wait.

This is Leaton. A life saver last week, he loves to cook breakfast (thank you God)! 

Love of my life :)

Us with mom, so happy she could come out for branding!! (Our lovely hair should show you just how windy it was that day)

On the way down the mountain we stopped by the old mine. It has to be one of the most eerie places I've ever gone in my life, but after showing the guys I'll only be able to think about the great time we had next time I pass it!

(He can really throw you off with the whole bull riding thing, huh?) 

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I wish I could have gotten a picture of him landing...right on top of me, and us rolling around in the dirt trying to figure out what had just happened. 

I don't know what was scarier being deep inside that old mine or being stuck in such a confined place with 3 boys who ate mexican the night before. 

Definitely the second.