The loop trip that was shown on the map in yesterday’s post is only one of many loop trips in this area. There are many secondary highways throughout the countryside and many form nice loops for roundtrip sightseeing. A local visitor's guide encourages motorcyclists to come on over and ride the loops. (click on the bottom corner of the pages to view this visitor's guide online)
We left Monument and the John Deere mower man and headed on towards Hwy 395 on the last leg of our loop. Along the way we began to notice a lot of…ummm…cow pies and road apples right on the highway. We were thinking a cattle truck must have passed that way.
Then ahead I saw red taillights and a couple of stopped pickup trucks. It was cattle alright, but they were not in a truck! We found ourselves smack in the middle of a cattle drive. Well okay, not quite like in the old west – they were only moving the herd from one pasture to another…but there were real cowboys and everything.
Only most of the cowpokes were cowGIRLS. I suppose I could be PC and say cowWOMEN but somehow that just doesn’t sound right!!
This pickup and another one were helping with the cattle drive. The one behind this guy was pulling a horse trailer and he signaled for us to get in front of him…”so you can get some pictures,” he said as we came alongside. Nice guy!
This horse figured he had already worked through lunch and so was sneaking in a little snack of dried weeds while he could. YUM. (click on photo to enlarge)
Some things are timeless and it seemed this cowboy was one of them. Looks like he could have been right out of the 1800’s.
We enjoyed our little western adventure, but by the time we caught up to this little drama, they had reached their destination. All too soon the cattle were off the road and through the gate to a fresh pasture. The adventure was over.
Not too much farther to the intersection of Hwy. 395. Russ went into the Long Creek feed store to fill-up his coffee mug and the gal charged him FIFTY CENTS!! He gave her a dollar and told her to use it for the next person that needed coffee. I didn’t think anyone sold a large coffee for fifty cents anymore. Gotta love small town America...and not a Starbucks in sight!
We zipped down 395 and back to the Clyde Holliday State Park, where we spent another peaceful night…except for the fact that it rained during the night and I left the vents open!! Oh well, other than a little wet on the carpet we were none the worse for wear. Thankfully I woke up and closed the vents before it rained too much inside the motor home!
Tomorrow we head for Sisters, Oregon – one of our all time favorite little cities in Oregon. And if we are lucky, we may meet up with another blogger!