Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I'm not normally a fan of work, but fixing fence with Dad today was fun. I enjoyed all the parts of it: diggin' holes, cutting and stretching wire, pounding metal posts, and clearing brush. Got the four-wheeler briefly mired in a beaver dam. It was a muddy, happy day on Killdeer Mountain.

Two days ago I was up there and found a slew of Indian artifacts--three or four hide scrapers and an arrowhead. The horses look good. Grandpa has a new horse named Freckles. He's a little skittish.

Tomorrow Nima and I drive west to Montana.

1 comment:

Flying Mermaid said...

Fences. I've never been a fan, but AZ is an open range state, and if you don't want cows on your land you gotta fence 'em OUT. I choose, instead, to face off with the beasts and have trained my dog not to chase them but to keep them from close proximity to the house.

It's near impossible to dig holes around here, anyway, since any ground that isn't rock is close to it. But there was so much rain over the winter that for the first time in my 12 years here there's beautiful, reddish, diggable soil, making me even think of planting. Not gonna happen, though.

But I do remember a fondness for post hole diggers in my wet NW past.