After lunch, I drove a few miles to the town of Bridgeport, where I stopped at the grocery store for a few supplies.
Leaving town, I continued south, back on US 395. I didn’t appreciate a return to heavy traffic and missed the quiet road of the past few days.
Three miles south of town, I pulled the team over for a break and met up with a car load full of ladies and kids. They invited me to stay at the ranch of one of them, located just across the street. Tonight, the lads have a 160 acre pasture to run around on, which still has plenty of green grass.