BevLive: rollin’, rollin’ , rollin’ on the river . . .

Not unexpectedly, my activity level increased considerably with the arrival of Amanda.

We took all the sheep up the road to a huge (read: hundreds of acres) field and traded outruns for about an hour. After we finished with the first group of sheep, I left them behind the fence of the hay yard where we were holding our fresh sheep, figuring they were tired and would hang with their buddies. Wrong. When we finished working they were nowhere to be seen. Amanda finally spotted them about half a mile away trotting toward the mountains with a lot of determination. 

The fields were full of irrigation ditches and round bales, a hopeless outrun from our distance. So I grabbed Hemp, jumped on my trusty dirt bike, and got as close as I could to them. After running about a mile and getting about twenty re-directs, poor Hemp finally found the sheep and saved us a lot of embarrasment.

After our morning's entertainment, Amanda decided we were all going tubing on the White River. She claimed to be primarily motivated by a desire to provide photos for this blog.

We bought three tubes, took her Bart and my Mirk, and headed for the river. We had a blast, although we did decide tubing is perhaps not a dog sport! Mirk rode on my tube all the way down the river, until Amanda's tube developed a leak and our hostess had to come and rescue us.

I anxiously await Amanda's next contribution to the blog.