A Ram Run to Flagstaff...

My pal, Kathy LeFevre, and I traded rams... We'll blame it on the economy, but I think we just wanted to have an excuse to feel fleeces and eat fried apples and grits at the Cracker Barrel.

I thought you might enjoy some of the photos from the adventure.

And an adventure it was...

I took a load of first-cutting alfalfa to sell on the Rez along the way. I thought that might help out some folks there and pay for the fuel...

Great idea in concept, but entirely different in result...

(This first shot is between Moab and Monticello. I forget the name of the formation. Good shots for snapping them while I was driving...)

I neglected to take the whipping gusts of monsoon winds into account that ripped the top two layers of the stack, and left the cargo straps dragging along...

~Poof!~ Green clouds of alfalfa, now dust in the wind.

I met Bill and Donna from Indiana, riding their motorcycle across the Southwest for vacation. They stopped and helped me restack the remaining twenty-eight bales that weren't green dust making it's way back to Colorado in the wind. Awesome folks! Lord bless them!

Here's a shot from Monument Valley.

Had a blast at Ralph and Kathy's. Great folks! I wish I had taken time to stop and visit with Lois at Tuba City... I was in a hurry at that point and figured the admission staff would catch on that I was feigning a broken arm to talk about sheep with their radiologist. : D