On the fourth of July we had a chance for my folks to get settled with their horses. I had set up a poly wire electric fence behind the tents for their two horses, and they grazed in knee high grass. We had a leisurely morning breakfast of Greenlee’s Cinnamon Bread French toast. Yeah, it IS that good.
I led my dad, wife and youngest daughter out on a ride that loosely followed the ride I toook Kelsey on arlier in the Week. This time though we explored some other elk trails in the further reaches of the canyon. My 4 year old daughter was game for the deadfalls and never whimpered when the trail got steep or the branches hit her in the face. I was pretty tickled she was cowboying up. Candy tolerated her pilot’s demands for a faster pace with a look of bored amusement. We covered a circle of about 6.5 miles which seemed to work any soreness out of the two who had been in the high country the day before.
We returned to camp and were pretty much worthless. We ate dinner early so we could go to the lake to watch the GROW special fireworks display. Dee Morris bought an assortment of fireworks that boggled my CALIFORNIA mind. The GROW camp counselors were the designated pyrotechnic engineers, and as we sat by a lakeshore campfire they kept a steady stream of ground blooms, roman candles, and bottle rockets , spinning bursting and shining.
