So here it is. The best and craziest month of the summer, July.
We managed to get tougher with our family last night for a forth of July celebration. But for the rest of the month I won't have much time. Fair is a couple weeks away, and there is still much to be done and learned before I'm able to go and have fun. In my mind with 4h my summer is always a couple weeks in August but I don't get that anymore.
Quick note: starting the last week in July with fair and the first week in August with family vacation fly freak out when I'm gone.
So things have been busy lately. Also our internet crashed. It hard believe it but summer's almost over with school starting Thursday.
So fair went pretty well, check my post in the fair thread for the full story.
Anyways, every year at the end of July and beginning of August we go on family vacation. We go, ride and spend time together and love it. This year it was similar but different. We were basically all there which hasn't happened for the majority of the week since a few years ago. One cousin was missing but he isn't very social. We got the experience of going out and moving cows which was very interesting. But that isn't even the part that felt different. It started Friday morning at the beginning of an all day ride when my day found a skull. The man had been missing for a couple years and my dad heard the story and found him. Then that night one of the wrangelers was eating dinner with us like they do where we went when he got a call. His horse had died. Then the next couple days I felt it put in perspective what the word sorry really means or a simple smile, to say I care. On Sunday/yesterday when we left for butchering it felt so different then the past, we had been a part of so much and a truly amazing week. Normally we go to current places each year after our normal place was sold but I think we're going back again.