Our grub, brats on the grill. The boys sure thought they were tasty! That's my mother-in-law's car in the background. It didn't quite feel welcome among all the dirty enourmous four-wheel drive vehicles surrounding it.
This is Ben's humble abode. Yes, the wodden box, inside a garage. It's actually quite nice inside... I was really impressed with how clean it was. All I felt compelled to do was the dishes which he claims are easier to do just once a week when the sink is finally full.
We took a ride out to check the water for the cattle
Learning to drive
Uncle Ben and Cooper with "Ol' Sarge." This ancient army jeep is Ben's project some evenings. It always has something to replace, upgrade or tinker with.
Coop couldn't wait to see the horses.
This is Ben's horse. He named her Lady in hopes that she would learn to become one. It hasn't happened yet.
It was getting late and I still had quite a drive through nowhere to get back to civilization, but there hadn't been a tractor ride yet. Seriously mom, how could we even consider leaving without a tractor ride?!
We had a great tour of the ranch. I learned more about cattle than I'll ever really need to know in my life. I still think it's stinkin' desolate out there, but I can see the love of the land my brother has and I respect his desire to follow his dreams even it means going against all norms we were raised with.
And my little boy thinks he has a pretty cool uncle. Can't dispute that.