We have this one little field of 49 acres up on top of the breaks. It lies next to the ruts of the winter route of the Old Ft. Pierre Deadwood Freight Trail that ran its course in the 1800's. The views are amazing. And when it came time to top off the drill for the last remaining rounds, everyone pitches in. Thanks to my family and crew for working so hard.
Another view from our field on top of the breaks. That is the peak (Costello Point) and the cow camp in the background. Rachel and Danny are in the tractor racing the sun to finish up. One can see Fox Ridge on the far distant horizon on a clear day. When we take people up to top and they see all the big country...one word describes their response..."overwhelmed".
We use to refer to this field as the Hillsview Field...but we find ourselves calling it Remuda Ridge now. For it was across this flat and for another half a mile that our Rainbow Bible Ranch camp string of horses perished after the wind and snow pushed them up out of the breaks during the Storm Atlas in October 2014. Now in the course of sowing this field we are forced to go around a huge mound of soil, a mass grave of over thirty of the finest saddle horses that a kid could ever want. However, life continues on.
Looking west one can enjoy the vista of the Black Hills with Harney Peak on the south end to Crook Mountain on the north. Sometimes it is a little difficult keeping your mind on the farming end of things.
Of course Bear Butte holds it demanding presence.
And yes we were treated to another grand sunset. We did not eat supper until 10:00 PM, but as we sat around the table enjoying each other's company, eating good food and laughing at the recollections of the day, deep down inside, we realized that we held nothing back and the tiredness was replaced by peace. It has been a good day. Thank You Lord.