Sarah's New Toy

Self Portrait

Inside the self portrait.
I had to laugh when Sarah and I were getting ready to go today. I looked in the back of my truck and thought about all the times I say, "Nothing's up". So here is what is always up with me.
Left to right:
Oiled cotton cowboy hat for riding and looking good, green nike duffel bag filled with shotgun shells, Carhartt hat for yard work and general construction, mountain bike shoe (middle front), mountain bike helmet (middle back), Bill Dorrance's book, True Horsemanship Through Feel, pfd for kayaking and sailing, flip flop, rain coat, dry top, apple, and binoculars. Now that I look, I can see my jumper cables, a tie, and my oiled cotton riding jacket as well. So the next time you ask, and I say nothing, this is what my nothing is. Pretty good life all in all.

Life just got a little better, too. This is Sarah's new toy.
It's good to have activities to pursue together.

Zombie Chickens get shot in the head... double tap.

Yellow, Red, and Black and Blue.

Linked up Yellow 1 to Red2 to Blue 6, then back up on Blue 4, Blue 6, Yellow 2, and finally Yellow 1. Thought of you the whole time, Ian. Rode the crap outta the bridges and obstacles, too. Picked up a chocolate milk, fig Newmans, and took a dip in the B-dale swimming hole after. Not a bad evening.

Memorial Day Weekend 2011

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Memorial Day Weekend 2011

James and Rambo hit it off right away. He wasn't interested in riding this weekend, but after he caved to the peer pressure and ate "the fat kid" burger at Ale House, James was pretty open to anything.

James was soon supervising other riders at the ranch. Here, he sits his horse like an old hand.



Megan rode Bo, too, but felt more at home on Murphy. I think he reminded her of her Passat. Perhaps it's his German engineering.

Doing my best Judge Holden impression. Pale and hairless. I didn't take any scalps though.

Swimming a horse is... strange.

Nori at Kathleen's

Comin' in for his close up.

Longhorns

Spring 2011 at the O'harribassington's

Doesn't look half bad to me.

Jonas the canine pin cushion. Getting some acupuncture. Seriously. He seems to enjoy the attention at least and hasn't complained about his chi being blocked in ages.

Sarah officially smashed a bottle of champagne on the bow of the 2011 grilling season.

Ready for the maiden voyage.

Hunting camp in the Adirondacks. Only thing that got shot was a growler of Ithaca's finest.

2011 Sprouts.

Seeding the flats. Corn, snap peas, green beans, peppers, hot peppers, cherry tomatoes, heirloom tomatoes, fennel, butternut squash, carrots, onions...

WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!

The trusty steed.

Spot, the rooster.