With having a semi and bull wagon, the cowboys will sporadically haul cows for other ranches. Its usually the spring haul out and the fall haul home. Last week The Rancher took the afternoon to haul cows from up Logan Canyon to Snowville. Being the wonderful husband that he is he asked if I would like to come along. He knows that, first, I love trees, and second, I love trees in full fall colors. This was the trip for me.
And he was so right! With every turn there were new colors intermixed with incredible cliffs and ambling creek. It was literally breathtaking. Every year the same thought comes through my mind- God has to be an artist to create such amazing colors. I may have told The Rancher that we needed to move our cows this way so that I could live in the midst of all that beauty. Yes, he just smirked about it… (For the record I do find it beautiful here, just a rugged beauty, not a take-your-breath-away beauty.)
So if I can’t have it out my window, I had better have a picture of it. These don’t come near the vivid colors that we saw, but at least it reminds me that the fall beauty is out there somewhere.
