Saddle Sore

Tuesday morning we went on the annual cattle drive with Dan's family. My dad and sister-in-law Katia came as well. If you've never done a cattle drive or cattle roundup, you are indeed missing out. The hours on horseback in the beautiful mountains amidst dozens of bellowing cows (which I personally find hilarious in their distress) adds up to an amazing experience. Plus, I get to see my husband in his most natural element. And, he is at his hottest in a cowboy hat.


While atop my horse, I dropped my camera on the ground. Before all these cows came trampling through.



Miraculously, not a one of the beasts stepped on it and I was able to find it without any difficulty.

Dan and I also got attacked by some tree branches--he got poked in the eye and I got my earring yanked out--but we survived without too much damage. Violet rode up in Grandma Roberts' car, and she sure had fun looking at the horses. Doesn't she look tiny up there?


Last year on the cattle drive I was about six months pregnant and thus got very saddle sore. This year was a lot more comfortable, but being in the saddle for a few hours still has its effects!