Above is a picture of my husband (in the black vest) talking over things with my father-in-law just before the sale.
Here are the heifer calves we bought! They are Angus x Maine Anjou x Limousine crossbreeds.
Here's the family checking out the new herd members.
Now that the business end was complete, we could go and enjoy the rest of the show!
Here's my baby warming up in the western art exhibit. Did I mention how cold and windy it was outside???
Here's my brother taking a minute to stop and contemplate the meaning of life with his new buddy.
Here's a cheesy picture of the family.
After watching several classes of livestock being judged, we made our way back out of the cattle barns and into the freezing cold wind.
Here they are, some of the die-hard ranch rodeo watchers! Give them a bag of Kettle Corn, and they'll be happy anywhere.
Here's the mud hole of an arena that the cowboys were performing in.
We were getting ready to load up the heifers, when we found out the roads were all closed going back home, so we had to stay another night down in the valley.
On the morning of the 31st, we loaded up the stock trailer, and made the absolutely treacherous drive back up the mountain. There was only one route open, and it's my least favorite. We had to go through Salt River Canyon. It's miles of switchbacks going 35 miles per hour down to the bottom of the canyon, and then miles and miles of switchbacks to get up to the top of the other side. There is a sheer rock wall on one side, and the only thing keeping you from falling off the side of a steep cliff is an itsy bitsy guard rail.
To make matters worse...it was snowing in the canyon. I was a ball of nerves, but thankfully, the snow didn't start to stick until we had gotten through the canyon. Here's what it looked like from the top:
After that point, we had hours of snowy, icy, roads with another rogue storm that settled in on us. It's tough to drive up the mountain in this kind of stuff, but pulling a load of cattle makes it even more treacherous. I was so relieved when we made it home safely that evening.
At home, we got about 18" of snow in that storm. Here's our front yard. Poor Mary and Joseph must have been distraught to know that baby Jesus was covered in snow.
Here's the snow level. Right up to the top wire on the fence.
When we woke up this morning, it was -13 degrees Fahrenheit!!! That is UNBELIEVABLY cold! I was relieved to see that our chickens made it through the storm unscathed....although their eggs froze into solid rocks within an hour of being laid.
Our chickens won't leave the coop unless we shovel the snow down to the brown dirt. They're such babies.
Tomorrow I'll post pics of the heifers, and some of our other stock. I prayed so much for their safety in this wicked cold weather. I can't imagine sleeping outside in -13degrees. BRRRRR. We spent much of the day today feeding hay, hauling water, chipping ice, and shoveling snow.
'Tis the season for lots of work when you raise livestock.