I guess I really shouldn't complain about going back to school, though. There aren't many jobs that would afford me the opportunity to go "work" at something I love so often, and that's exactly what teaching does.
For the last two years, every Christmas, spring, and summer break I have relied upon the unending generosity of Grant, Connie, Trey, and Sterlin at SCR. This break was no different. My parents came, as well, and we spent three days working and fellowshipping.
Lots and lots of teasing.
|Dad, Mom and Grant gathering strays in 41|
|Mending the water gap after pushing the strays back through.|
|Me on Cinco in East Galisteo.|
|Mom on Snakebite and Dad on Stormy|
|Me on Socks.|
I took Socks with intentions of leaving him there for Grant to ride a while but wound up bringing him back home again. He was a gentleman with a purpose from day one.
It seems that Socks prefers work to dinking around the turnrows.