Hunewill Ranch Bridgeport, CA June 2, 2012 |
There are about 145 horses at the ranch. I don't think there is an ugly one in the herd. I found my favorite, a magnificent Pinto (brown and white), with the most regal bearing I've ever seen in a horse.
We were able to watch the horses being moved from one pasture to another. It was 6:00 a.m. when this took place. First you see a huge cloud of dust, then you hear the sound of thundering (literally) hooves, then the horses appear, running at an amazing pace, being rounded up by a little 6-year old girl on a horse that's nearly twice her size. The girl's name is Aspen and she's the granddaughter of the current owners of the ranch. This child must have been born on a horse. She is so confident, with no fear whatsoever. Ah, to have have her childhood. Oh well, "If wishes were horses, we'd all ride for free!" as the expression goes.
I had never been on the eastern slope of the Sierras, which is where the Hunewill is located. It's quite barren, especially the parts we went through in Nevada. You actually leave California, go into Nevada (through Minden/Gardnerville) and come back into California to get to the ranch. It's about a 4-hour drive. I must say that Minden is a very clean little town. Larger than I thought it was and with a small town 'feel' despite the presence of two casinos on the main drag (US 395).
The ranch is definitely a working cattle ranch. The accommodations are quite spartan That said, you don't go for luxury. It's not a dude ranch. Some guests were there with a group of 15 people, so it's apparent this is a great family reunion venue. Some people came from Naples, Florida. Now that's really a long haul.
I'd love to get my clogging buddy, Linda P., to get up (or is it down?) here and do some decorating. She could really fix the rooms up so they'd be really cute and cozy, probably on a dime.
The staff is wonderful. Very caring, attentive and helpful. And, you can even find coffee at 5:30 a.m. I suspect this is for the wranglers who must start their day at a very early hour.
Must fly. Onward into equine-land!
Little Red Riding Hood (aka, Karen)