Team Penning and Not Riding Like the Wind

Mason, the obnoxious alpaca.

The animals on this property include about sixty horses, several dogs, a small herd of goats, one obnoxious alpaca, two mini-horses, and a few cows. This morning Emily went on a long hike with Robert, and the rest of us including two new guests, Dale and Josh (who replaced Donna and Megan who left yesterday) got into the arena with wranglers Nancy and Lee for "team penning" in which mediocre riders (with the exception of Kim and Bonnie who are experienced horse-women) try and corner a few cows into a pen... just to see if they can. The teams were Kim, Bonnie, and me, against Nancy, Dale, and Josh. The other team went first and the cows pretty much scattered and ran rings around them, although they did finally manage to coerce a few into the pen. When it was our turn, due mostly I'm sure to Kim and Bonnie's confident riding and me being on a horse that knew what it was doing to a far greater extent than I did, we managed to pen the cows pretty easily. Fortunately for the other team, this was more of an exhibition, not a competition, and there was no wagering.

After lunch, I took another riding lesson with Nancy and while the idea of riding like the wind is a great idea, I think I've determined that it's probably going to remain just that and no more. 

This photo, taken by Nancy during my lesson, makes me look far more proficient on horseback
than the reality of the situation.

Mesa Verde National Park

After fly fishing and lunch, Kim, Emily, and I hopped in the truck with Robert and drove to Mesa Verde National Park for a hike to see the Anasazi petroglyphs which date back to the thirteenth century. The park acts as a preserve for 600 cliff dwellings which were inhabited by native tribes in the 12th and 13th centuries.

cliff dwellings

Famous Last Words about Fly Fishing

Robert tying a fly.

As I said, I had no desire to go fishing but when Emily, Kim, and Lee were getting ready to leave with Robert for the river, I decided to tag along. It was a such a pretty day so I figured just hanging out by the river would be nice; and then when we stopped at the convenience store to get fishing licenses, I decided, what the heck - and I got one too. From what I can tell, fly fishing is all about patience, luck, perseverance, and a slight amount of addiction. Before we got to the river, I really didn't care at all about catching a fish, and as I told Robert, "I have no desire to annoy fish for sport." But then we got out there and started casting and... well, the idea that I might hook a fish was kind of exciting. And even as my arm got sore (ten and two, ten and two...) I kept throwing the line in over and over really rather hoping that I'd fling a fish out of the water. This was strictly a catch-and-release situation and we were using barbless hooks, so while the fish would certainly be irritated, it wouldn't technically be hurt. But alas, while we could see a trout our two jumping out of the water (taunting us), no one caught a fish and eventually, Emily and I put our poles down and just enjoyed the stream-side ambiance while the others continued casting with high hopes but empty lines.

Me not catching a fish.

Emily not catching a fish.

Lee not catching a fish.

Kim not catching a fish.

More Riding, Aspens, and Mud

This morning, Emily, Donna, Megan, and I took a riding lesson in the horse arena. We trotted around and around while Nancy gave us instruction, and finally moved on to a canter, a gait much more comfortable on the rump than trotting. I considered the lesson a success and got off my horse after cantering while Emily, Megan, and Donna did a little barrel racing - which Megan did like a champ, even though she said she hadn't done any real riding in years.

After the lesson, lunch, and a brief rest, an ATV tour through the aspen groves was next on the agenda. We put on full-face helmet and motored off the ranch, into the San Juan National Forest. Robert then proceeded to roll us over rocks, around corners, and through puddles the size of small ponds. Covered in mud and soaking wet, we made it back to the ranch and stopped near a small stream where the wine and cheese was set up - you know, typical post-ATV-ride fare. The wine warmed me up and we did a little fly-casting practice by the stream in preparation for an early morning fly fishing trip tomorrow. This is activity being optional (as are all the activities), coupled with how sore and tired I am right now, plus the fact that I have no interest in catching a fish despite the fact that Robert said my casting (10 and 2) was very good, I will be opting OUT tomorrow morning.

Ridin' and Shootin'

Today after breakfast, we saddled up and went for a ride. This was just a trail ride (like I've done before) through the woods and around a pretty reservoir, but it didn't really involve any true riding, more just sitting on a horse while it took a walk. Still it was a nice way to see the area and it was a beautiful day.

After the ride, we came back to camp and did a little skeet shooting. I tried skeet shooting a very long time ago and all I remember was that I did hit the edge of a disc one time, and the incredible pain in my shoulder from the kick of the shotgun. This time, Robert, the ranch owner and our guide for a lot of our activities, introduced us to a Benelli, Italian-made shotgun, and then let the clay pigeons fly. We each got three turns before switching off and of the first three sets, I hit two out of three each time, except on my last and final set when I missed all three, but by then my shoulder ached so much I was glad just put the gun down and let the skeet live.

Channeling My Inner Cowgirl

I've been on a horse many time, but I don't really know how to RIDE. I have visions of myself flying across the plains, mane (both mine and the horse's) flying behind me as I gallop through fields in total control of a ton of equine muscle. In an attempt to make that vision a reality, I find myself in Mancos, Colorado at the Majestic Dude Ranch, where riding is one of the many activities available in this summer-camp-like environment. This place actually used to be a summer camp decades ago but now it operates as an all-inclusive dude ranch, catering mostly to families looking for a camp-like experience. In addition to riding, there is archery, skeet shooting, hiking, fly fishing, ATV-riding... the usual camp fare. But after Labor Day, no kids are allowed at the ranch and that's when I decided to come. My friend Emily was game to come too, so we met in Phoenix, took another flight to Durango, were met by Nancy, who picked us up and drove us, and Kim, who had flown in from Annapolis, about 30 miles to the ranch. Emily and I had both caught 5am flights out of Portland and Seattle, so the main thing we were looking forward to when we got to the ranch was a nap. We had lunch when we got in then took a bit of rest before trying a little roping and practicing some archery skills with Lee and Chris, two resident cowboys.  By that time, Bonny and Lee, two guests from Texas had arrived (this was Bonnie's sixth time at the ranch), and by dinner time, Donna and Megan had joined us. Those two are college friends who met in Rochester, where Donna still lives, while Megan is practically a neighbor living in Monroe, WA.

Emily roping like a rodeo star.

I can assure you that I did not hit the bull's eye.
Probably didn't even hit the target.

Emily's awesome cowgirl boots

Lil Sebastian??

After dinner there was wine tasting and line dancing (Robert, the owner refers to this as "wine dancing"), but I was so pooped that I retired early to my very nice room to get ready for bed. Tomorrow, we ride.

The Path of Totality

I didn't get on the eclipse-hype-bandwagon until a few months ago when I was talking to David and Lisa in Sacramento, and David was hell-bent on making a summer plan to drive north to experience darkness at 10 in the morning; I said that if they made the trip, I'd drive south from Seattle to meet them. During the next few months, bits and pieces of a plan came together, were revised, revised some more, changed completely, and finally finalized about a week before we met up in Portland. We heard the warnings about traffic and crowds but for the most part (and David's eclipse-anxiety dreams notwithstanding [he said that in one, when we looked through our solar glasses, there were advertising banners across the sun]), we were excited to get where we were going and we felt reasonably confident that it would all work out, and it did.

We started by having a wonderful weekend in Portland. I stayed at Emily's fabulous condo on Friday and Saturday nights and had a great time in her neighborhood, and by total coincidence, David, Lisa, and Michael were staying in a hotel just a few blocks away, so we met up several times before heading further south on Sunday.

Portlandia:

How truly wonderful that an independent bookstore is such a popular tourist destination;
I was not the only person taking a photo of this sign. 

How truly sad that in 2017, this information needs to posted as it's not a given;
I saw this sign up in businesses all over town.

If I hadn't eaten this chocolate ganache donut with a fork,
I'd still have chocolate on my face. Best donut ever.

  

After two full days in Portland, we drove to the home of the Gomezes, friends of David and Lisa's who live in Wilsonville, OR, which is still outside the 'path,' but closer to it than Portland. We had a nice afternoon and evening with Jonah, the only one in the Gomez family, usually six members strong, who happened to be home. And after waking up at 6am the next day, we drove ten miles south to Hubbard, OR, where the Gomezes used to live, to a park across the street from their old house. It was all so easy - we made the drive in about 15 minutes, parked our cars at the park, found a good spot for a breakfast picnic in the middle of a ball field, and settled in for the next three hours. I honestly didn't know what to expect. I knew it would get dark (but the sharp temperature drop surprised me) and I knew it would be cool to see the moon cut across the sun obscuring it more and more (through solar glasses, of course), but I didn't realize how beautiful the glow of the sun's corona around the outline of the moon would look when we whipped our glasses off during the fifty-three seconds of totality. A cheer went up from our little crowd in the park; it was cold and dark and the air seemed charged. When the lights came back on, we all felt a little dazed - and happy. It was far more spectacular and weirdly emotional than anything I could have imagined, and it was extra-cool to share it with such good friends.

I knew the park in Hubbard was the spot for us when I saw this street sign
leading into the park on the Google map when we were planning the trip.

The photos I took didn't do justice to anything in the sky, but here are some shots showing the transition from light to dark.

And here are two fantastic photos that Emily's boyfriend Tom took from their viewing spot in Madras, OR, where they had one of the longest views of totality (2m 03.0s).