Since Kathy is in town, we decided we should do something as a family. There aren't THAT many of us, but it's still hard to get everyone together for some reason. We managed to all hop in the car on Monday and head up to Hardware Ranch near Logan, UT. You get to hop in a wagon and head out into their pasture to see all the elk that come down from the mountains in the winter for food.
Apparently it's many of their second and third years, so they get pretty used to a bunch of people parading around in a wagon led by horses.
There's hardly any snow here, but that doesn't stop it from being absolutely frigid.
Wyatt, of course, was most interested in how much poop there was to see. "Look at all 'dis poop!"
Apparently the number of points an elk has, has nothing to do with age, but rather, genes. Interesting, right? There weren't many bulls, you'd see one or two amongst all the cows (as they call them...they also take this comparison to the bathroom signs. Always wanted to walk into a room labeled "Cow"). Looking rather smug, if you ask me.
That's about all there was to do there, so we ate lunch in Logan and headed home. It doesn't sound like much, but apparently this wild kind of activity just tuckers some people out.