
We started the day with a bone dry 4wheeler, zero fuel in the bulk tank, so we lifted the 4wheeler into the stock trailer. Then we changed the flat tire with a fully loaded trailer. Once we dropped the spare and got some fuel on our way through town it was sure to be smooth sailing. Except when we found out the carburetor float was stuck up and that’s why there was no fuel in the 4wheeler, one hurt wrist from Mags, Brooks crying that he was “never going to have Christmas again”, and KayCee’s sore legs. But, finally we got here, to the spot where the picture above was taken. More than once it crossed my mind- maybe we’re not meant to do this. But that thoughts crossed my mind more than once on this journey of ranching too. What are the options though at this stage- trailer unloaded, carburetor fixed, kids saddled? You just push on. You move the cows. You just keep going. As I watched this scene unfold of my girls pushing the Registered cows up this butte, I couldn’t help the grateful feelings welling up inside. Thinking of all the things it took to just get us here today for this very move, yet alone this far in our ranching career. It’s taken a lot to get to this point, and it will take a lot more to get where we’re going, but the view from right here is worth it.






