Back at the Ranch
Actually not a ranch, although I’ve been to ranches. Isn’t there a horse ranch in Thereby Hangs A Tail? I remember that white horse real well. Horses and I don’t hit it off, let’s leave it like that. Anyway, back at the ranch is something humans say, not sure why, but it’s at times like this.
So, not a ranch, but in fact this steep rocky hillside in the middle of nowhere. Another human expression. The truth is nowhere’s ever really felt like nowhere to me. Whoa! What was that about nowhere? I’m a little confused. Sometimes at a moment like this a good shake does the trick. Ah. Got my ears just about flapping that time.
We moved down the steep hillside, me and Bernie, down toward the wreckage of the old wooden biplane in the tiny box canyon. Something small and golden glittered in the sunshine. “All that glitters is not gold, Chet – just remember that.”
I forgot right away, in fact just as fast as those puzzling words came out of Bernie’s mouth.
Tags: biplane, box canyon, petroglyph case
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7:19 am on June 22nd, 2009
Ah, Chet, you should meet the horses who live at THIS ranch. I am sure you would find them kind, thought-full, and with a gentle sense of humor (and all of them like dogs, even the crabby old stallion likes dogs) plus they are very beautiful and not at all flighty.
So, give yourself another good shake and resolve to some day give horses another chance, okay? If nothing else you should definitely meet some of the dogs who work on these ranches!
8:03 am on June 22nd, 2009
When can I go there?
8:16 am on June 22nd, 2009
And can I come too?
4:30 am on June 23rd, 2009
Count me in.