A sure cure for cabin fever

Finally it was warm enough to ride my horse. I headed off with no specific destination in mind; not a quarter-mile from home, there was a crew of people working on the road, filling in the potholes.

This guy was sleeping when I first passed, but by the time I decided to turn back and take his picture, he'd heard me talking to the guys (and one gal) in the picture below and was wide awake.



Any other horse I've owned would have totally freaked out at all these goings-on. Not my Blue.

Although he wasn't exactly crazy about the signs and traffic cones.

Down by the Missouri River, they're doing some work on the levee where it gave out last spring; Blue was quite alert.

Me and my shadow.

Looking back, that's Blue's tracks. It's still pretty darned muddy in the bottoms.

I guess that sign up there is for the barges, but it's aimed in the wrong direction.

There's a little chair-like thing at the top. Hmmmm.


The speck in the middle of the above picture is an eagle who soared above me for at least ten minutes. Sorry, that's the best my camera can do...

unless I clip the picture. Now you can tell it really is an eagle.

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