A few miles west of Gail, I stopped and talked with Rich Anderson, owner of the Muleshoe ranch. He was a very nice guy and left me with a nice gift - Thank You.
A little further on, I pulled over on a wide spot in the road to camp. Itís at the bottom of a draw, with a stock tank on one side of the road, feeding another, on the opposite side of the road via a culvert and a cut. My taster-tester, Bill, didnít like the smell of the water, so I had to use the supply that I keep on the trailer.
I put up the round pen, but about sundown, the wind picked up to 30 mph, with 50 mph gusts. So I wouldnít have to chase horse all night, when the fence blew down, Iíve got them tied to the lee side of the wagon and trailer. Between the wind and the horses, it will be like sleeping in a rocking chair.