ANOTHER GLORIOUS SUNSET...

We couldn't have asked for nicer weather during our brief, two-and-a-half-day trip to the ranch. A few clouds moved in during the afternoon and produced yet another glorious sunset. Not sure if you can make it out in the photo, but in the clouds I could see the face of a little deer, or calf.

And later that night....the sky was filled with what looked to be a million stars. Glorious...simply glorious.

The next night we had a campfire...and the coyotes came pretty close. They were kind enough to let us know they were watching us, and howled up a storm!

E.T....PHONE HOME...

Every time we go out to the ranch we always check to see if we can make a call, via cell phone or car phone. Over the summer we weren't able to make a connection, which had us a tad concerned.

However, during the visit just this week, for some reason Bill was able to make a call using his cell phone, and who did he call? Liz, of course!

TREKKING FASHION...

It was so wonderful to get back to the ranch, even if it was only for a couple of days. Everything was just as we left it, and of course as soon as we got all settled in, I went visiting.

Okay, so I should have been wearing a hat, and applying a little of the sunscreen that was in my pocket wouldn't have hurt either...I was just raring to go break up some rock, with the...yes, official rock hammer seen hanging off my vest. It was a Christmas present from Bill.

PREPARE FOR LANDING...

Several posts ago I mentioned that I'd post the photo of our septic field that the wonderful Luis Munoz built for us. The septic field is the strip of dirt that goes to the background and is to the right of the big tree, and the left of the smaller tree (and ET looking tree stump)

It's a little more green in that back meadow now, but when the picture was taken the cows had stripped the land of its vegetation, right down to the dirt. Now the cows like to use the breather tube (at the far end of the septic field) as a chin scratching post.

The septic field will always look like a small dirt runway to me, but that's okay, landing strips, runways are in my blood.