That was uphill.

Not much of ranching news today. I just didn't want to do creative things. No heroics, as I call them. Well, I did paint a garden (or greenhouse) table. It is metal, and it was white and rust. Now it's black (with some rust).

I wanted to go for a walk, and so I did. It was meant to be a one hour jaunt around the neighborhood, but I got to climbing and climbing more. The dog looked at me intermittently: "What are we doing?"  I looked back when I could, because the footing was dicey.

On the top it looked like this:

That's Palm Springs way out there.  And my legs are tired.

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