With temperatures in the 80's and climbing, it was time to get the rest of the girls up to the Hills. And, has providence would have it, I was heading to Hulett to celebrate Mass anyway.
The final three: 32, 37, 40. They're light and will be the last to butcher. Enjoy the grass sisters. It doesn't get any better than Beaver Creek.
As always, Martha was glad to see us. Mollie wasn't so sure about her at first, which was an interesting introduction while I was on her back.
Nothing says summer like an ice cream cone in front of Devil's Tower. I'm a Rocky Road guy.
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