The grandson kept telling me about this fun place on the river bottoms where he goes with his friends to tear up his pickup play in the sand on Saturday nights. I decided to branch out, on my Missouri River bottom rides, and see what he's been talking about.
Almost there, I needed a pit stop. Blue patiently waited.
"Are we in the desert?"
"Looks like it to me, Blue. But how did those tire tracks get here?"
Lots of tire tracks.
Oh yeah.
I must say, this is the closest to the Missouri River I've been on horseback since before the spring floods.
Must be the season for wild sunflowers.
Almost home, I noticed the soybeans are changing from solid green to yellow.