Stupid cold. That is what I said when we saddled up to ride today. The boss always picks the coldest days to move cows. At least that is how it seems.
We headed out in the cold north wind to move cows to our Clay Range south of Garrison.
I was lucky enough to have to go water cows elsewhere after we got the cows on the way. This gave me truck time out of the cold. I don't claim to be tough.
I caught up with the guys a bit later.
The mountain looked cold. But the guys seemed to be doing good.
The cows South needed attention, so after lunch we split up. Dave and I stayed with this herd and Randy and Clay went to deal with the others.
Yep, I'm in the truck again. Someone's got to do it. Actually I wasn't cold. I wear so many clothes it's ridiculous.
Finally reaching the water.
I was playing with my camera some.
This is Clay yesterday. It was still cold.
Gotta love winter.