

Tom's HayYesterday afternoon we left about 4 p.m. to go Pinedale and get more truck parts. It was about when we got there we realized we both had forgotten to bring any checkbook or money! But I had "the card". We were a little early so went to the Stockman's - Joe had a cup of coffee and I had some welcome ice tea. Then over to Tom and Joanne's in Bargerville. They have a nice log house there and a pretty good hayfield. Joe ran out and needed a little extra hay for Bobbi. We got there just about 6 p.m. after Tom got home from work. He's the saddle maker in town. Tom and Joe hefted a tall load into the pickup. Tom's hay is really nice. How come I didn't think to take pictures of them loading or with the truck piled sky high I don't know.
Joanne and I stood and talked about cats and horses and other important things. She is the one who gave me my two sister cats maybe four years ago now. They invited us to stay to dinner and Joanne had made the best chili out of local beef and bundt cake for dessert. I don't know if she had planned to ask us ahead or not, but we sure weren't expecting to get such a nice dinner. I was really glad not to have to go home late and fix anything. We had a good chance to visit. They are coming to our house for dinner in a few weeks. They had been invited all last fall and we never did set a date, so before we left we said it would be the 17th.
Joe said if any hay fell off I'd have to pick it up. I had been doing the driving, with the two dogs laying on my shifting arm. I told Joe no more of the two big dogs riding with us both in the front seat of the truck. It's too dangerous. I don't like them in the bed of the pickup either in case they fell out. So they may have to stay at home next time. They have had to stay home alone maybe twice in their lives.
We started home and the road in to their place is bumpy so had to take it slow, but when I turned onto the highway there was not a vehicle in sight to worry about all the way to Boulder. Angels had gone ahead and cleared the way. The evening was really pretty for a slower than normal drive through the ranch country. We stopped at the top of the hill at Irish Canyon and Joe tightened up the ropes. Then slowly again onto our dirt roads. There was a young moose right in the road as we drove along Muddy Creek. He was very gangly but gracefully jumped over the fence and crossed the creek. Picked up our mail out of the mailbox. A nice t-shirt I had ordered had come. I managed to avoid most all the bumps and potholes in our road. We got to the yard with the load intact about 9 p.m.
The drive brought back memories of all the many times I had loaded up the old Chevy pickup with hay by myself and drove it up to the lodge for hunting camp every fall. For many years I hauled most all the hay for the hunting horses, but was lots younger and stronger then too. And never lost a bale either. So this driving on nearly level roads was pretty easy. In later years when we had more help, the wranglers hauled a lot of the hay then.
This morning Joe was out at the crack of dawn unloading the hay into the barn. By the time I got up and got out there, he was about done, but I did get a few snapshots. The dogs are his helpers.
This has been a lazy day. Made Joe some buttermilk pancakes. Betty called this morning and we had our Saturday visit. Sounds like things are going fine at her place. She's been getting lots of improvements done in her yard. It's still partly cloudy, cool and breezy but warmer than it has been for a while. I've got a zucchini, mushroom, hot Italian sausage casserole made and baking in a slow oven for dinner. Will make some rice pilaf with it.