on a walk | Life on a Colorado Farm

Mom and I were out and about. Doing this and that and other things.

We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.

I would sniff around and until Mom would call.

Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.

(Socks and flip-flops 🙂 )

It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.

That’s what Mom said we were going to do

We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw

DANGER!

I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.

I kept like that for a long time.

BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!

AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!

Are you Kidding! I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!

I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,

Creeping stance!

Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.

Growl!

GROWL! MOM COME BACK! I whined.

Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was

BLACK BEAUTY!!

I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?

Boomer

(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.

Really.

My eyes still work very well, Thank you.

It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.

Honestly. This was all just a trick on Mom.)

Boomer

(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote. But don’t tell anyone, okay.)

Boomer

Mom and Dad were tired of working on the house, and Boom and I were tried of DOING NOTHING!!!

So Dad said, “Let’s go out to the desert and do a Walk About….Who knows what cool stuff we will get to see.” Boomer yelled, “AND SMELL! COOL STUFF TO SMELL!”

We loaded up and headed out. It was a BLAST! Although, Mom and I didn’t walk very fast Boomer and Dad had a great time.

We saw the ruts left from years and years ago when the freighters from Grand Junction would haul in supplies to the canyons areas and to Delta. It was always hard going if the desert was wet…clay soil is a tough thing to pull/walk/stove through. The desert got the name ‘Stinking Desert’ because the freighters dreaded the haul so much—“We have to head off through that Stinking Desert,” they would say. Over time the name just stuck…sort of like the wagons…tee hee!

We walked under the highway into the cement tunnel—which is really to carry the flash flood water under the highway instead of over the highway and wash the road out.

On the other side of the highway is a pond of SLIME WATER!

Even I didn’t like the slime water and I adore water!!!

After that we went back to the pick-up and headed into Delta. In Delta we went to Confluence Lake and walked around there for a spell. That was nice. Boomer found a dead fish, but Mom wouldn’t let him near it. (Boomer pouted all the way back to the pick-up)

We got home as the sun was sinking into the horizon. Boomer and I agreed it sure was nice to go for a little ride after all the days of waiting for Mom and Dad to finish down at the other house. Mom and Dad both said that was refreshing.

And you know something? I agree. A little change of pace is always a good thing.

Fuzzy