We arrived home with Alloy, the new member of our mustang herd, at 11:30 p.m. - after fighting 99 mph winds from the southern CO border - and then hitting ice coming up our own canyon. 20 miles going 20 mph in 4-wheel low. We, for once, were very thankful we were pulling an old all-steel trailer. Alloy traveled like a perfect gentleman for the whole trip, but you could tell he was just 'done with it' after the last section.
With the 18 in. of snow we had gotten at home after leaving, we knew we wouldn't be able to move him into his own pen, so plan B was to leave him in the trailer until morning and we could get a slot setup in a neighbor's barn temporarily. So we took all the panels out of the trailer (a 3 horse slant load) turning it into a stock trailer - essentially a big box stall, got him some warm water to drink and left him munching on his hay net.
|Less than enthused, but a good sport.|
Alloy was more interested in digging for grass in the snow. I don't know how he knew there really was grass under that snow, from the warm weather we had before the storm hit, but he thought it would be better than the hay we had put in his stall.
|Ranger thinks Al doesn't know what snow if really for.|
This is Ranger, Bill's 30 year old that will be teaching Al the ropes, so to speak.
Jesse and Washoe have a different way of enjoying the snow.
So, introducing Alloy ....