Weekend at Wild Horse Canyon Feb 11

Saturday we took our time getting around it was the ranch owners birthday and she was going out to have lunch with some friends in town so she would be gone most of the day.  Ivan went out and helped her get the sheep fed so she could get an early start.

 By the time Ivan came back to the cabin Sarah and I were ready to go help him feed the cows.  I got Sarah all bundled up in her pink snow suit so she would stay warm.  Poor girl her body heater does not work well for cold weather she is always so cold. 

Waiting for breakfast

 When I was not in the pickup or helping Ivan I was having fun taking pictures.  It was so beautiful even if it was gray and dizzily, the top of the canyon was shrouded in clouds making me feel even more separated from the outside world.   When Ivan was backing up to the barn to load some bails of hay I could see some movement up on the ridge behind the barn, a doe had just come into the horizon and was grazing up the ridge.  

 Ivan had me drive the pickup while he through out the hay for the cows.  He told me to watch out for the main line risers and to make sure I didn't run over any of them.  After I has successfully navigated around the  risers and Ivan had thrown out the last flake of hay the cows were strung out behind us happily eating their breakfast.  Ivan took over the driving as we headed back to the cabin.  I think he did that so I could open and shut the gates. lol

After returning from feeding the cows we went back to the cabin and Ivan took a morning nap.  I decided I should get out some paper and start a journal.  That has never been something I have enjoyed because I always felt that my life was kind of boring and uninteresting.  I wish now that while Sarah was going through the whole cancer thing that I would have kept a journal because now in times of discouragement or even in times of joy I could look back and remember with greater detail how God has worked in our lives, how over and over he has always been there.  I wish I could remember in more vivid detail how he brought comfort to me in my most frightening hours.  But at that time my excuse for not journaling was I didn't really care to ever relive those terrible times.  How foolish because in-spite of the terribleness of watching your child struggle between life and death those are the times I came to know God best. His faithfulness, his goodness, his loveliness, his tender heart for a hurting family.  How could it be the worst of times and yet the best of times?
I have found writing this blog has made journaling a little more fun for me.

Rex got a chance to show off his stuff to the two ewes at the barn when he brought them in to their pins for the night.  I took more pictures talked to the sheep and locked up the chickens.  The ranch owner came back from her trip to town and her birthday party she is seventy but looks younger then most 60 year olds.  She was very pretty dressed up in her town cloths looking very much a happy birthday girl.
When I got back to the cabin Ivan had the fire outside ready for the beans and had got them on cooking, we went back in and played more bible games and I journaled a little more.  By the time the beans were done on the fire I had started making tortillas, I added tomatoes a can of corn and seasonings to the beans hoping to change their color and make them look a little more apostatizing.  I still was worried that black pinto beans were going to be hopelessly unappetizing.  Ivan chopped up tomato and lettuces and by the time we were done the beans were boiling again on the stove. 
Don't tell Ivan I said so but I think those black pinto beans were some of the best beans I have ever eaten!

By the time we were done eating it was dark.  Ivan and Sarah played a game of Uno and golf while I cleaned up.
What a nice ending to a very Happy Sabbath day