The road heading south of the Slash X started off as a gentle uphill grade, but gradually got steeper as the day wore on. By the time I stopped for lunch, the temperature was already in the upper 80ís and the horses were getting tired from a combination of the hills and the heat.
Bill looked pretty tuckered, but I decided to keep him in the hitch. He lasted for an hour after lunch, but by 2 pm, he was pretty worn out. Just before a short grade that rose at 10 to 12%, I pulled over and swapped him out for B.O.B.
A couple of hundred feet in elevation short of the top of the hill, I pulled over at a good camping spot. I figured it was better to conquer the remaining portion of the hill in the cool of the morning, with a fresh team.
Mike and Etta were traveling around in a motorhome and stopped to visit. We ended up drinking a few beers and having a good time.