Walkabout, Day 30 — April 10, 2018

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This evening Vesta and I went walkabout at Bartley Ranch. We’ve done about a half dozen or so engagement shoots there, so we’re familiar with the old church, the buildings right out of the old west and the farm equipment. But we’d never walked the trails there. Truth be told, we didn’t even know they had trails.

We parked outside the park and walked in, because I wanted to photograph the entrance. As soon as you get into the park, you see the church on the left. Continuing on you pass the ranger’s quarters and the western buildings and the tractors. They’ve added an old truck which is nice, because it’s very photographical.

They have corrals there and an amphitheater and once you pass those, you can find one of the walking trails. We took it till it ended then we did another one and according to Vesta’s walking app, we did a little over two miles. And along the way, we met a couple nice people and three fine dogs.

In short, Bartley Ranch is an excellent place to go walkabout. 

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When you see flowers in these posts, you can bet Vesta’s the one who photographed them. She just likes them way more that I do. The same with blossoms on trees, like in the photograph below.

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This spooky looking photograph looks like the kind of place you’d find somebody named Crowley living. You know, like right out of a horror story. However, the doggie in the photograph below doesn’t look so scary and his name is Crowley.

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I don’t know what kind of animal this is, but she let me get close enough for this photo.

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It is these buildings, which look like they’re right out of the old west, that makes this park such a nice place for engagement and family photos.

If you look to the right side of this photo, you can see Vesta. She’s the little person in the background taking a picture.

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The truck in this photo and in the two below is new to us. True, it’s been a couple years since we’ve worked in this park, so it could’ve been around for awhile. It’s kinda neat and like I said above, it’s very photographical.

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Boy howdy, Vesta and I were in the Goodwill Bargain Bin the other day, which is where stuff the Goodwill can’t sell goes to get sold by the pound and we found this tee shirt. I have one just like it, but it’s an extra large, which is the size I wear. This one’s a medium and tight. But how in the world could I pass it up?

I don’t know what’s more upsetting to me, finding my book, RUNNING SCARED in the Bargain Bin for a quarter (books are not sold by the pound, they go for a quarter for paperbacks and half a buck for hardbacks) or this tee shirt for about forty cents.

On the way home, we talked about the guy or girl who’d owned this shirt. Was he or she a rock and roller who collected bootlegs. Did she listen to the Rolling Stones ad infinitum or did he download all those Dylan concerts you can find online. And was he or she still alive, because nobody would let a shirt like this get away from them if they still lived.

Unless, of course, they got hit on the head and lost their memory.

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This is a guy we met on the trail named John, who looks like a secret agent man.

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I don’t know what you call these steps out in the middle of the trail, but they’re used to get up on your horse, if you have one, because you’re supposed to get off and lead your horse, again if you have one, across the bridge in the photo above Vesta and I suppose the trail making park people think you maybe you need the help. But heck, isn’t that what stirrups are for?

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Here is Debbie, who Vesta and I met on the trail as she was out walking her dogs, Phoebe and Max.

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This is Phoebe

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And this is Max.

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Here they are, Phoebe and Max together.

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And here they are, all three, Debbie, Phoebe and Max.

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This is Windy Hill. Years ago, according to Debbie, it used to be called Lover’s Lane, because there wasn’t much out here and lovers came to— Well, you can imagine what lovers came here to do.

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Looks like a stome coming. It’s getting late and cold too. Time to go home.

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Two miles under out belts and it’s back where we started.

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We drove up Lakeside on our way home and as we got to Virginia, the sky was gorgeous, so we pulled over and I made a picture. Vesta wanted to walk around the lake, but I didn’t have a jacket, so we didn’t.

See you tomorrow.

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Phone: 775 393-9529