At least I hope so. While we really appreciate rain here in the high, dry "Equality State", it takes sunshine to finish off the growing and blooming part of the cycle. We made it in to the Little Sandy camp with the last load of horses and a trailer load of assorted gear and the saddles. It's been dicey getting to this point, with the challenges of the weather and muddy roads, but we're here and can get the horses ridden and the camp finalized.
It's so beautiful and peaceful out here, with only the occasional vehicle traveling down the gravel road that parallels the Lander Cut-off of the Oregon Trail on a private trek to somewhere. Some mountain men pulled in and took a break down the river a couple days ago, on their way to a rendevous up north; we anticipate that we'll have many a bicyclist again this year from the Continental Divide bike race and regular bike tourists whom we welcome with a warm cup of coffee and maybe a bite to eat. They are always grateful and we've met a wonderful variety of people and personalities. It seems that it's what we're supposed to do, be a haven for people, in many ways.
The camp calls and the work is still waiting (I'm parked up on top of a hill above the river where I can get the broadband to work so I can check email, catch up on correspondence and write a bit for those who are tracking Blue Sky Sage on our trails). Keep checking, I'll write more later this week, as I will get home to check the remaining horses, pack the groceries and do the laundry up one more time before our first guests show up a week from today. We are so ready to get in the saddle every day!
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