The Alvord RanchPosted Saturday, May 28, 2011, at 10:35 PM
We got back last night from a 3 week stay in Fields, Oregon. It was a beautiful place, and I want badly to go back.
I don't know if you've heard of Fields or New Princeton, or Princeton. It's a very remote area, and Fields is 25 miles from where we stayed, along a gravel road.
Fields is a building that serves as a café where you can get GREAT food, (one being a "World Famous" milkshake, which I can vouch for) a United States Post Office, and a small market. The folks are friendly and the place is quaint. In 2 weeks, I managed to get there twice. Wayne and I went once, cause I was in desperate need of lettuce. I didn't really expect they'd have any, but they did. They also had a few other things (forgot to say they had a liquor store) and when we found they had the "World Famous" milkshakes, I had to verify that. I had an Oreo Cookie/Reeses, and it was AWESOME! The folks were so friendly, we sat and talked with them, and found that one was from Mtn. Home ...years ago. So, it's a darn small world.
On that drive, we found the land to be more and more beautiful.
We were gathering the yearlings that we will then go to Cascade to take care of for the summer. The Alvord Ranch hosts several people from all over the world. We had guests from Switzerland, Germany and several states in the U.S. What everyone shared was a love of the life that we live. They don't have the opportunity to live it, but they are able to 'live' it while they visit. We spent a lot of time with them, and got to become friends with them. Many learned branding, and all had a great time.
This is the guests bringing the cattle.
Wayne, preparing Vaccinations
This Mama didn't want us messing with her baby. And she wasn't afraid of showing it.
Martin Black and Wayne, setting ropes
This young girl was from Switzerland.
The ranch is something to see. Very hospitable, and comfortable.
This barn is pretty famous. I certainly loved it.
These little cabins were built from the most available source, rock.
But inside, they are darn nice.
As you can see, I like the barn!
Our horses pretty much thought they were in Heaven
As did my dogs, that love to play in the water and the mud
Inside the center of the barn
Used to be the cook house. Now a care taker couple live there
This is the house we had to ourselves. Yeah, I know, it's a rough life!
I don't think I've mentioned, but this ranch is owned by Paul and Toni Davis. They are of the Julia Davis Family. The land that the Julia Davis Park is on in Boise was donated years ago in Julia Davis's name.
What do you suppose they are discussing?
Every now and then, in the middle of work, I'd look up and see this scenery all around us. I couldn't help take a picture and thank God for these spectacular gifts. I do so appreciate them.
Things happen. Like this Cow who lost her calf. And we had calves that had to be nursed. She didn't want to, but we all have to do things we don't like
The guests even loved watching this. Everything was an experience
Learning to rope
I have some pretty darn loyal friends, who love the same things I do. Sharon made the 5 hour drive to come see the Famous Alvord Ranch, and stay with me a few days.
Sharon, letting my dogs out to run with us
Ooops, I took her thru a bit of a muddy place.....
Took her out to see the meadow where all the horses stay
Did I mention there were lambs?
It is AMAZINGLY WET and marshy there, because of the snow melting off these Steen Mountains.
This is on our drive home yesterday. I believe somewhere between Burns Junction and Rome.
We were home today and had some Grand kids over.
We leave tomorrow for Cascade!
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I am interested in this Community, County, and the beautiful state of Idaho. Most of my photos will be in Idaho, but from time to time, they will be my vacations aay from Idaho. You'll see lots of my Children and Grand children, along with others in my family. Of course there will be horses and horse related things, and things I photo'd horseback.