Country Roads, Take Me Home...

I know that song talks about West Virginia, but it always reminds me of Colorado for some reason. I don't know why.
Wait.
Yes I do.
But you're going to think I'm weird if I tell you. Oh well. You probably already think I'm weird.
John Denver sings that song.
John Denver.......Denver is in Colorado.......therefore the song must be about Colorado.
Oh.

Okay, well you probably thought I was done with the month of May.
No, no. There's more. May was a busy month.

Mike got to come with me to revisit my past. We drove to a little place in Colorado where I used to spend my ranching days, called King Mountain Ranch. Okay, I only worked there one summer. But it was a summer of things I won't forget and was a real turning point in my life.

Anyway, we got to stay in Parshall with my awesome long lost friend T. Her husband, daughter, and dogs let us take over their house for a few days. Which we greatly appreciated. We appreciated it almost as much as the magnificent breakfasts that were cooked. (Yes, that was for you, C.) And the SWEET horse ride through the hills of Parshall, with the perfect amount of loping involved (Thanks T!). And the great hospitality of the Bar Lazy J Ranch Staff, who allowed us to hang around, fish the river, and eat their food (which was wonderful, too!).

While I didn't get all the pics I wanted, here are a few:

Derailed train on the way

Mike on the way

C & Munchkin

Us at King Mountain

Here come the horses

Mike happy

Just swingin'

Sweet, spunky Munchkin

Nice, Mike. Nice.

Above Byer's canyon

Hey cowgirl

Just like the old days. Almost.