So what could a couple of dogs possibly have to do? Well, for one thing, the farm was overrun with gophers when we got back. I guess they’re technically ground squirrels but whatever they are they were EVERYWHERE! I did my best to decrease the surplus population but I did need help from Nollind and his friend Darren. They got a hundred and fifty or so more than I did, but then I didn’t have a gun. If you’re counting gophers killed with bare hands, or paws, I won!
And then there are the horses. That’s more Logan’s area, keeping them in line, moving them to where they’re supposed to be, helping T and Nollind get them through gates and such. He can have that job. I’d much rather take my chances with a gopher than tangle with a horse’s hind feet. I got bit on the nose once and I’m embarrassed to say I did let out a good yelp, but Logan’s missing half a dozen front teeth. I think I won that one too.
And our duties don’t end there. There’s barking at any and all who venture into the yard, running out to greet the boarders when they come to see their horses, keeping the barn and horse shelters free of pigeons, warming the dog bed in T’s office while she’s working and checking on all of the bones I buried last year (and Logan’s that I’m able to find).
Our final stop, same as two years ago, was Dick’s RV Park in Great Falls, Montana, where we repeated our Missouri River walk. Dick’s was our first stop in January and our last in May, a fitting end to another great trip. On Monday, May 5, after four months on the road and 15,000 km, we rolled into the yard. The snow and ice were gone (good thing because I started blowing my coat in Tucson), the air was warm and we were home!
Cool thing is, we’re coming up on an important day in about a week’s time…the halfway mark between our last winter RV adventure and our next. Yes, we’re off again in four months!