"Your chariot awaits."
Cinderella may have had a pumpkin-shaped coach and a fancy new dress for her outing. I get a loud John Deere Gator and old blue jeans on the way to a fishing hole.
Rain in June finally had the water in the Ninnescah River pasture flowing. This old Cinderella and her Prince much prefer nature's paintings over a fancy crowded ballroom anyway.
We didn't catch a thing - other than a feast for the eyes.
The rain had refreshed the pasture landscape to a verdant green.
Many years ago, hunters created a dam at the Ninnescah, and the spillway always fascinates me. I duck-walked on the rounded pipe that forms a bridge, holding on to the railing. Rushing water gave a feeling of vertigo, but I snapped a few photos before carefully making my way back. No old ladies were harmed in the snapping of this photo.
However, I preferred being back on solid ground where I could enjoy the sights and sounds without fear of falling in!
I did put a line in for awhile.
Patience is not my virtue. I ended up wandering around taking photos instead, leaving Randy to keep trying his luck.
He had some nibbles, but no catfish dinner for us that day!
I did have some success in the beauty department, though.
These may be pretty yellow flowers, but I don't like the "stickers" attached.
These itty-bitty blue flowers - erect day flowers - are some of my pasture favorites.
Even Randy was ready to pack up the fishing gear after awhile. But we still enjoyed a Gator ride through the pasture.
Even though we aren't the "official" cattle checking crew, we still had to drive through them.
It appeared they were enjoying their summer vacation spot.