you know. We’d mentioned to Billy Jo Dilly that Raudi and Siggi were in need of a trim and new shoes. He gave us Adam Skadberg’s name, and recommended that we contact him when we neared Del Norte. Pete called the farrier from the roadside, on one of our two Trac phones. As Pete was talking, Siggi stepped on his little toe. I later told him this wasn’t Siggi’s fault. Rather, he should have tied him up before making the call. We aren’t big cell phone users, the main reason being that using them often detracts from the job at hand.
It was a seemingly long ways to our destination, with high winds, and heavy afternoon traffic. Pete rode and I walked Raudi. He suspected that his toe was broken.
Adam had said he’d be glad to do the farrier work and added that he had a corral in which we could board the horses. He arrived at the ranch shortly after we did, and after providing us with some very good hay for the horses, set to work.
Adam, 30-ish, broad shouldered, married, father of a five and a seven-year old, raises grass fed certified organic beef and works as an outfitter. His father was a farrier, and the family came to Colorado from North Dakota in a covered wagon when Adam was a child.
I admired his anvil, which he’d picked up from a friend. He was a slow, methodical worker. The horses behaved well for him.
Tomorrow will be a rest day, a good thing, because we all, especially Rainbow, need a break from the wind and heat. Her paws are cracked and she’s lacking energy. We’ve been putting booties on her feet—my theory is that they prevent her feet from sweating, which makes her dehydrated.
Next: Dispatch #16: Taking Care of Business