On the Sunday before Memorial Day, my wife and I visited the cemetery on our way to a family get-together. The cousin who hosts the yearly get-together lives on a ranch several miles south of the cemetery. In keeping with the Memorial Day traditions, we stopped first to decorate family graves with colorful wreaths of plastic flowers imported from China by Walmart. Along the way to his house, I stopped to take a picture of the road. Outside the truck, I realized the way ahead looked surprisingly similar to the way we'd traveled. The land is rough, sandy soil, with sagebrush covered hillsides dropping into deep canyons filled with cedar, oak, elm, cottonwood, and black walnut trees. Before it was homesteaded, the area was a favorite hunting ground for the Indians. Nearly every family in the area has a collection of arrow and spear heads, found and picked up on their land. Today, it's mostly cattle country with some fields of dryland wheat. Few of the ranchers in the area are full time; most have day jobs. If they own the sub-surface property rights, they probably make more money off oil and natural gas than they do raising cows. As you can tell from the pictures in the set, my cousin raises a variety of other animals, some ride-able, some not.
I had great fun, visiting with my cousins and taking pictures.