Friday, June 25, 2010

To Reno and Back

We were up at 5 AM to get all our chores done so we could get granddaughter Beth in Sierraville and take her to the Reno airport. It was cloudy , but warm when we left.
As always the Feather River Canyon had beautiful scenes. It only takes a few minutes from our house to get into the green, green forest.

There are many power stations built in the 30's. They are real works of art. This one spans the highway. You drive right under it.

The Feather River was originally called Las Plumas Rio. Las Plumas means "the feathers" and the river was covered with duck and geese feathers.



We stopped to stretch our legs and this wonderful barn was by the side of the road.


I wonder what stories it could tell.

Across the street from the barn was the city sign. My kind of city.


The clouds hung on the mountains and we even had a rainstorm!!

The country is so open and green here. We keep thinking it would be a good place for a horse ranch. Maybe someone will open a sanctuary here.

We picked up Beth, drove to Reno and saw her off for Denver where she will go to school.
Then we turned for home. It was very comfortable, but a long drive- a little more than 8 hours total.
Soon we were back in Butte County, grateful that Carolyn and Art had fed for us in the evening, so we weren't rushed to get home.
Updates- Lexi is doing very well with her drain. Brandie's tumor removal is healing. Frankie's biopsy site is fine . We are keeping a close watch on Tory and Charles now as they are not keeping their weight on. All the dental patients are doing well. Harmony and Chance are enjoying their time together. Jonathan has quit watching the gate and is back to his meandering ways. There is a problem with Gracie, however. She ate every single plant in my garden- every vegetable- every flower. Princess Grace has been banished to the dungeon- otherwise known as the turnout with Lexi. We had to chase her for a bit, and she showed us how fast those little legs could go, but finally two adults got one little horse corralled.
The frogs are singing a bedtime lullaby and I'm exhausted. Miss you, Beth. Enjoy those big ole Rocky Mountains.









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