Those are Rock's ears. Everything is green and flowering, but in a short couple of months all will be golden and dry. (brown and dead) It doesn't rain here in the summer and we actually may have had our last rain already.
We had several little creek crossings.
The trail meandered through several pastures and meadows, along very old trails and cattle fence. No cattle are currently run on this land.
Jerry and I were riding "drag", that is we were the last riders and our job was to watch ahead and make sure all was OK . We carried 'walkie-talkies' to communicate with the "trail boss", let him know if any rider/horse was having difficulty, if he needed to stop or slow down a bit. This was toward the end of the ride and old Remington is ears forward, chomping at the bit, eager to keep going, not liking the stop for a Kodak Moment.