First, we hauled a trailer load of cows to the stockyards. This was the last of three similar loads, headed to the regular Friday sale. Ten big black cows in a 21 foot stock trailer. Quite a heavy load, and so, the silver Dodge farm truck was our ride of choice.
We laugh about Doug's silver Dodge being the modern interpretation of an old west covered wagon. Rough riding and drafty, and beat up like it's been through a war. The driver's side sports a different color door, due to an accident a couple years ago involving young drivers and snowbanks. The tailgate is missing completely. Has been for quite some time. A thick layer of reddish-brown dog hair covers the back seat upholstery. The heater only works turned on high, so you need to raise your voice to visit while driving along. Or else, you need to turn it off.
We unloaded cows at the stockyards, un-hitched trailer at the truck stop, and drove around all over town doing errands. Visited the veterinarian, the bank, accountant, tire shop, implement dealer, and did some Christmas shopping.
All day, temps kept dipping lower. I finally switched footwear in favor of my warm muck boots. They are just as comfortable, and, unlike my well-ventilated running shoes, they keep my feet toasty warm. It was kinda icy chilly out, and not any too warm in the cab of our silver covered wagon. I layered up on coats and wore my muck boots in the store to buy paint, and cement board adhesive. Big R was closed so we had to go to Wallmart.
We finished up our date with a really nice prime rib dinner at the Duck Inn, compliments of some pretty sweet people who bless our lives.
Yup, it was a fun day in town. After 26 years of dating my cowboy, I'd say it's true. Find yourself a cowboy, ladies. And just roll with that redneck life. I wouldn't trade it for anything.