On the way home we had a nice little treat. We got caught behind a cattle drive that was pretty cool to watch at first but got old really fast. A couple of the cowboys (I guess one of them was actually a cowgirl) told us to just drive up behind them and they will get out of the way. We were following the red pickup (in the photo) and the guy had absolutely no balls to "push" the cattle around a little. We drove in the middle of the heard for about an hour (not exaggerating) before a dud in a big pickup lost his patience with Mr Red Pickup and came around and led us out of the poopy nightmare (I've never seen so much poop on one road in my life). Anyway, we're back in Bozeman and very happy to have the whole weekend to look forward to.
The picture doesn't quite do justice to the true length of cow. They were spread out for more than a mile.
4 comments:
Sounds like a very fun day. You go, Erin!
Where is Showdown? It must be in the middle of nowhere, as you said, to have that many cattle close by. Seems a little early to be moving cattle???? Soo bad you very behind a driver who couldn't follow cowboy directions.
Love you,
Mom
That picture doesn't do it justice, it's true. And it's funny because it looks like there's a dead one on the side of the road, I think it had fallen in the deep snow and we happen to take the picture then. As far as I know, all cows made it through the journey alive. I think.
That's pretty cool. I first looked at your blog with Carter last night. His comment was, "Whoah!", so he was very impressed. It think it would be pretty fun to be a part of a cattle drive.
Glen
Our school to ski trips to Showdown every year.
Only in Montana would you see those cattle drives, right? Just kidding I obviously lived there most of my life and never saw something like that. That's definitely not a everyday thing. How fun!
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