
It was the most gorgeous day, teasing us that it really was the first day of spring. My dog, Daisy, had a vet appointment in Belgrade and we were running a little behind schedule. In other words, we were LATE!
There was nothing to do but get in the car and drive like Andretti. There were hints that something may be amiss ahead as we veiwed the leftover evidence of cows (cow pies) on the highway, but we kept our thoughts optimistic about the fact that the cattle drive could have happened earlier in the day. We were doing well, gaining time, soaking in the sunshine and appreciating the views. But, as we rounded the corner, our progress was stalled.
I think Daisy was secretly happy. After all, why would a dog of such cattle herding breeding pass on the opportunity to bark at a few cows! What fun.

How many places can you live where you can experience these unexpected, cathartic delays?
Notice the flyfisherman in the last photo. It truly was a lovely day.
