Saturday, November 1st, John and I decided to take our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out for a picnic lunch. We went north on Hwy. 191 headed for the Dead Horse Point Road. For those of you who have been lucky enough to have visited Moab, you’ll know what I’m talking about. About one half mile from the Colorado River Bridge, traffic was totally stopped, then moved a few feet, stopped again for about ten minutes. There were sherriffs deputies in vehicles ahead of us and we assumed it was an accident. Much to our surprise, when we rounded a slight bend in the road, we saw a herd of cattle headed for the bridge where they would cross to get to their winter range. Because of the delay, when we were able, we went up the river road, found a lunch spot and ate. On our way back to town, we decided to follow the cow pies across the bridge to see just how far the cattle drive had gotten. They were just about to Arches National Park entrance road and, of course, we had to turn around because the road was closed. It was an unexpected and exciting thing to see. Anyone from the eastern part of the US visiting here that day had a treat in being able to see part of what happens here each spring and fall.
In the center photo, there is a small rider at the far left rear of the herd. This youngster was still short enough that his legs didn’t reach the end of the saddle. Even so, he was very confidently perched on his horse moving cattle with the best of the rest.
John and I encourage any and all of you to come out to experience the west. We’d be glad to show our part of it to you and other parts as well.
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