Glacier National Park-pictures

 My big sister trekking back towards Logan Pass

Ripples

 Crown of the Continent

Glacier Lillies

 YOU OLD GOAT!!!

Babe of the Mountain Tops

 Grizzly Bear Wayyyy down there on the snow (glad he was lumbering far away!)

 Marty the Marmot

Got any food for me?

 BEAR GRASS

McDonald Lake Reflections

 Cliff Dwellers

GEORGE the Bighorn Sheep King

Hidden Lake.  We braved a precipice and rock clambered to get this view.

My sister kept saying....nooo, I'm not going ANY further...

Here she climbs up the glacier with her daughter Shana, granddaughter Ellie & grandson Levi

 Sister said again....NOOOO, I'm not doing it...and I said again...YES YOU ARE!
She didn't know why she had chest pain/trouble breathing.  I said...its ALTITUDE!
STOP, REST, CATCH YOUR BREATH...cuz we are DOING IT!

 So they trudged onward

 IT IWAS WORTH IT!

 I thing she was GLAD she did it-even if she did have my air in her eyes!  LOL

Montana 3 Legged Horse

The horses in Montana are beautiful.
Fat
Sleek
Shiny

They graze on gigantic pastures and
Condition themselves on steep hills
They seem to live a life of ease.

Sleeping under trees

But on the last night of my stay
Hoping the best for rest
(the nights are short-sun on the horizon still at 1045 pm and glaring bright again @ 5 a.m)
Alas I did not get ANY!

Around 1 AM  I heard...clop...clop..clip clip clop repetitively.  It was so slow and scary sounding really.  I got up and looked out onto the deck...spooked the cat thus spooking myself.
Back to bed
Clop, clip clip clop...over and over.  just slow, with pauses...long pauses.  Finally I drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by what was obviously very FAST MOVING horses galloping in the tall grassed pasture next door.

At that point the clop clip clip clop became obviously another horse, on the road, now whinnying, snorting and galloping in an off beat manner.  I could only figure it was the DREADED Montana 3 LEGGED HORSE...or well, maybe one with only 3 shoes!  ha ha!

The pastured horses and loose one obviously met up in the dark over the fence and much squealing and more galloping around was heard.
At 5 a.m.  in the dawning light I peered out again and saw the outline of the loose horse in the ditch grazing next to the pasture.  By 6:30 it was totally gone and must have been captured.

I lived to tell the story and to have fun another day!

Shakin’ it

Persee helps with Demolition

FINISHED!

My Niece of Froghollow Studio has finished the model of Persee.  She won the original model of this little Arabian at a model horse show and decided to turn it in to Perseeus.  Although it is of course show type (bulgy eyed) Arabian she did a great job of turning it in to Persee.  and sometimes he does look very Arabian when he wants to.

 She is going to take him to a show first and then will give him to me in July when I see her in Montana at my moms.  Once I get him I will line him up with my two other horse models that she has done for me...Nevel and my first horse Apache.  Apache model rode on my dash during my whole cross-country move to CA.

 Awesomely Gorgeous  Head Shot.

IT SUCKS TO GET OLD!

and the Knee is swollen up like a base ball!
All because last weekend I:
1.  rode a bike 10 miles on Sat
2.  rode Nevel 4 miles and hiked 4 miles
3.  hiked at Hidden Falls with the dogs on Tuesday 4 miles.

Thats it- Big brace on left knee.  Even though I tried to protect both knees with braces when doing all of the above.

YEP
SUCKS TO GET OLD....DONT DO IT.

Regardless...Hidden Falls is beautiful still tho green is waning in to brown.
Here we are at the EDGE OF EVENING and the Edge of Life.  : (

Staying Local

This last Sunday Nevel and I stayed local since I was on call for work.  

 We went down the lane, crossed the street and wandered down the trails.  Some lined with Lupine
Others lined with LUSH POISON OAK!  YUK!

 TRAIL OF OAK- I managed not to get any oak on myself this trip

 On our return Persee was anxious to get out of the pasture.  He was not too spooky as I brushed and saddled him but then had a flip attack when
the stirrup swung up and hit his flank.  So I repeated it on both sides 5 times while he looked at me wild eyed!  SILLY HORSE!

 He is still not impressed with his Green Tack.  Too bad...it is what we have and no money to buy blue!   I kinda like it, but it doesn't make me feel relaxed.  It just isn't me.  Maybe next year Blue.
IF I am riding him.
  Anyway...we took a hike down the lane.  He spooked a little at the drain by the road but I kept walking and pretended like I didn't see him spook.
We crossed the road and went to the creek.   Love my Ariats.  I walked right through the creek and didn't get wet.
     Persee walked right through too.  We turned around and he came through faster and splashed himself which caused him to jump slightly, but he was over it and we wandered back home...Uneventfully...Thank goodness!