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| Cattle Drive up Highway 14 |
As David and I drank our coffee in the brisk morning air, in
the distance we heard what sounded like a blend of motorcycles and cattle. It was an odd cacophony for so early in the
day. We kept questioning our hearing and
our sanity, trying to discern the different sounds, particularly since the
entire ruckus was obviously getting closer and closer.
Our campsite rests on the highest spot in the
campground. We have a 180-degree view of
the lake, while the back of the camp overlooks a small slice of Highway
14. The sound was so compelling that
David took a hike down the hill to see what he could see. It was becoming more and more obvious to us that
we were hearing the sounds of a cattle drive.
But why did we hear the sounds of vehicles so close to them?
As the sounds of clip-clopping hoofs drew ever closer, David
yelled for me to grab my camera. Rox and
I joined him to witness a most amazing sight.
Literally hundreds of cattle were moving up the highway,
many mooing in distress. The sounds of
vehicles intermingled with yips and yells from three or four cowboys who were
riding horseback. The men were driving
the cattle up the northbound lane of the highway, hugging the herd as close as
possible to the mountainside. The cattle
drive was led and followed by men in pickup trucks, flagging oncoming traffic
in both directions as they approached.
While we watched, several cars, including a tour bus,
attempted to pass alongside the cattle, which only caused the stressed herd to
bellow even more loudly. It certainly
gave a new meaning to the term “cattle drive!”
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