Mountain Run

With a free Sunday afternoon and Gerry's days winding down, we took a trip to the southern end of the Big Horns to check on my brother's cows. 

Dad dropped our Rhino off in Ten Sleep. All we had to do is hitch up and head the 35 miles south. 

We went up the Cherry Creek Stock Drive, the route we would have taken as a kid. 

We cross Cherry Creek, Lost Creek, and Deep Creek before we arrive at the head of the pasture. 

The country is on the dry side, but the grass looks good. This pasture is part of the Holland Ranch. 

Cool old cow camp cabins along the way. 

Deep Creek is in this draw. Here, they pull water out and run it in a ditch to near by hay meadows. Kind of wild to see irrigation up this high. 

At the very back of the pasture where Luke's cows are, is the southern area of the land my grandpa had when we were growing up. Good memories. 

Cows look good. 

Even found our pair. They stand out in the midst of black angus country. 

Just Ranchin'

Fun time. I love the southwest quadrant of the Big Horn Mountains. That's were I grew up, so to speak. It's familiar country and great grazing ground. I'm just thankful for the times I've had to spend around these parts, including today. On to the next one.