Over a quiet weekend, I got to wander about the place, annoy the animals,
stuff like that. Aside from my position as a duck leaving me in the barn
to sleep overnight, it was quite pleasant. And yes, Harris
Stage Lines is a full-fledged sort of ranch place, but the bonus of
it was, I pretty much had the place to myself.
You know how I am about signs when I get to any new
place.
The cook house, grub shack, whatever you call it --
yummies!
If you're out yonder, there's even a chuck wagon to bring you supper
- the Old West's Meals on Wheels?
After a good meal, you just want to hang out at the clubhouse, eh?
The tack room -- where there's horses, they're tack.
And, apparently, a place for ducks to sleep... good thing I brought
my sleeping bag.
