Today I drove over to a neighboring ranch to spend the day helping them clean out some of their outbuildings. The accumulation dated back a long way, and they said they were convinced it was time to make some headway against it. We had a good day, with good fellowship, lots of jokes (and some nostalgia) about what we were finding, and even shared that Good Tired feeling once the cattle trailer was loaded and ready for the dump tomorrow.
I like to visit these neighbors. Not only are they good people and good friends, the drive over to them is always an enjoyable adventure. They live ten miles away across the plains. The road over to them is actually more of a cow-path than a real official county road, which technically it is. There are plenty of places where it is better to simply veer off onto the prairie than stay on the road and quite a few other places where it simply disappears.
On the way over and back I can see deer (mule and whitetail), antelope, buffalo, coyotes, and any number of other critters. Once, on my way back after dark following a great dinner, I was almost t-boned by a herd of antelope. But no harm done, to them or me.
Good neighbors and a good trip to see 'em. It doesn't get much better than that.