




Week life in Salt Lake is nothing like weekend life in Chesterfield, Idaho. From Dental hygienist and business man to cowgirl and cowboy over night. I had work off Friday and Keith's family planned to take some family pics, so we headed out late Thursday night.
Friday and Saturday morning we helped Keith's dad herd some cows across the mountains on the range. We put on our full gear: my boots with spurs, hat that keith got me from Australia, and of course I am the only one who wore a down jacket all day. The only thing I don't have is chaps (properly pronounced shaps, i've learned).
I quickly learned a cow call and jumped right into the herding game. I mostly just pushed from behind of course, but i'm sure i helped some. :) Learning to control my horse was the hardest part for me. Keith kept telling me that I am supposed to control the horse and not let him control me. The horses like to stay together though, so when the others separated and left me behind the herd to push them along my horse kept stopping because he didn't want to go on without the others.
One time my hat blew off and no one was there to help me so I had to get off my horse by myself and then get back on with out the horse running away. Keith usually has to push me onto the horse, but somehow the adrenaline rush got me back on myself. Then after that, my horse was mad we were alone and that I kept making him move where he didn't want to go. Finally he just decided to run me off. I held on like crazy though with my head down so my hat wouldn't fly off and I kept trying to pull the reigns to the side so he'd have to turn and stop like keith taught me. It wasn't working though and I was sure I'd fly off any minute and break all the bones in my body. I was praying really hard I wouldn't die when I fell off, but finally I got my horse to calm down. I was really proud of myself for surviving it all even though no one was there to see it, but the cows and my horse. They were probably laughing inside at me. Keith said he was really proud of me and I was doing a great job with my riding.
The cows are huge and stinky, but the range is beautiful. The aspen trees were all yellow and orange. Keith and I got to ride up beaver canyon looking for cows. It was amazing. The beavers have built ongoing ponds with trees forming steps all the way down the mountain side. I've never seen anything like it. I can definitely see why Keith loves ranching so much, but I don't think I'm quite ready for it full time yet. I was done after a couple of hours when I was covered in mud and dirt was getting in my nose and the flies wouldn't leave me alone.












