Since we were on Mexican time the night before and had been up way too late eating those tacos, we couldn’t help but sleep in a bit. Once up, we were served barbacoa, which consisted of tongue and roast beef tacos. For those of you too afraid to try tongue, it’s actually quite good. I would stay away from the cubed meat though. I tried it once and the texture made me gag, however the well-cooked, so tender it comes away with your fork, tongue tacos are delicious.
After breakfast, Chuy gave us the grand tour of the farm where he lives and works. The day before, I had heard complaints of the stench of the farm, but didn’t understand why. I assumed their noses were more sensitive than mine. That is, until we stepped outside. The wind was no longer blowing the stench away, and even my nose was offended by it. I’ve had cows, and it was beyond the normal smell of cow poop. Anyway, it was interesting to see and learn how a feedlot operates. Apparently Chuy gets to ride horses cowboy style when trying to single one out if need be. For about 30 seconds I was extremely jealous. When I saw how small the lots were, the jealousy went away. I had been imaging those pictures they show in those articles about how bad feedlots are: giant, sprawling lots packed with cattle. That was certainly not what they were. To be completely honest, I’m not sure how I feel about them. They do make sense, but is it ideal for the life of the cow? Probably not. But then again, eating them isn’t either. At this farm, during the summer the cows are actually out on pasture, which is nice for them. Anyway, this is not about that! I just thought it was good to see and learn where some of my food comes from.
During the tour, we found out that the owners keep pet llamas. Guapito and I have talked about getting a llama because they like to chase coyotes and protect their herd, but the horses don’t need protection, and I don’t think it would work well with the chickens. If we ever FINALLY get goats, we are for sure getting a llama. He doesn’t know this yet.
Chuy then took us to a beautiful lookout point. I had severely underestimated the beauty of Alberta. Despite having been to Alberta before (Banff, Camore, Calgary, and Edmonton) I always pictured it as something not very interesting to look at. Whenever talking to foreigners about Canada, I always touted the whole “BC’s the best!” thing. I also stereotyped my own country by assuming that for 8 months of the year the rest of it was covered in snow. Just to prove me wrong, it was 20 degrees last weekend!
I decided this would be a good opportunity to take a picture of Guapito. What a stud.
We then went down the hill and arrived at the river you can see in the two pictures above. The scenery absolutely delighted me. It looked somewhat magical. I also greatly appreciated the fact that there was not one blackberry bush to be seen.
There is a cabin by the river with lots of cool things, including a playground for the kids. This is the view from in front of the cabin.
There is something about big hills and mountains that fills my soul with gladness.
Gahh! So pretty! That bright, green field in the background has a toy/back scratcher for the cattle. I thought that was cool.
For the first time in my life, I felt that it was necessary to take a picture of fallen leaves.
After our “quick” tour that took close to 2 hours, it really was time for us to go. We both had to work the following day, and didn’t want to get too little sleep. We said our thank yous, and were presented with cake, 2 types of salsa, a package of tortillas, leftovers of the barbacoa, and al pastor. We said our goodbyes and off we went. I immediately ate the cake.
I wanted to stop and look at lots of things on the way back, but it was not an option. We stopped every 4 hours or so to let the dogs have a break to stretch, pee, and drink water. One of those places was Field, BC. I was once again utterly impressed by the beauty of the place. The giant mountains and the gorgeous, blue water were thrilling to look at, and beyond tempting for the dogs. It took a lot of strength to keep them on land. One of their absolute favourite things to do is swim in anything, anywhere, except the bathtub. They thought it was cruel and unusual punishment that I would take them by the river and not let them go in. It also didn’t help the the boots I was wearing had zero grip. They are completely smooth by design, and I felt like I was on a dogsled going down the small hill.
On the way home I felt inspired to try blogging again. I never wanted to do a travel blog because it’s so cliche, but then I said to myself “What the hey! I don’t need to be unique. If I’m going to do it, I should write about things that I do and love.” Traveling just so happens to be one of them. So while looking up at the clear, starry sky, I signed up for an account. Unfortunately, writing a post doesn’t work on my phone so I left it and tried to sleep instead.
It was around midnight when we finally got home, and despite feeling good about being back, I was totally ready to go on another adventure. I have Tofino in my sights right now, and storm season is coming up, so it’s the perfect time to go.
That concludes our 58-hour adventure to Picture Butte, where just under half of it was spent driving.