Melissa’s Cozy Teacup

My husband is a ppg-er. That means he is crazy enough to strap a ’small’ (it weighs 75 pounds) engine to his back with a wing over his head that looks like a parachute, the wing, not his head and go fly around.

Every summer, God willing, and last year it had to be unavoidably canceled, we drive over to Bubba’s place in another part of Colorado. A part that is beautiful in it’s own way which is more appealing to me than our mountains here. Our mountains are the kind that jut straight up like the walls of a fortress. The mountains around Bubba’s place are still at a high altitude and some are steep, but most are rolling hills full of grass and wild flowers. 

Ours are full of yucca and cactus.

On our way to Bubba’s and the field where the guys fly, we drive past cows, horses and burros (so cute! I love burros). There was one particular herd that was really enjoying their pond and this one kept standing in the road whenever we passed by. I’m not sure if it was curious or showing off how she managed to make her feet look like they were wearing shoes by getting them muddy. What do you think?

I think this is a her it’s him. I can’t tell if that’s a belly button or something else-it is an altered something else as this is a steer. Didn’t get a good rear view. Cow experts can let me know.

We weren’t able to spend the weekend as we normally do. Next year though we’re going up for the full three days and nothing is getting in our way of a weekend of flying, eating four wheeling, eating, catching up with friends, did I mention the eating?

Thank you Jeannie and Bubba for always being such good hosts.

We love you!

p.s. According to my mom (an original pioneer woman, that is indeed a male cow (STEER).

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