Vic took out the Gazetteer after lunch and Meyer Ridge looked pleasantly doable for a scenic mid-afternoon drive. We were turned back from the same destination a couple of years ago, by impressively deep mid-winter mud; but today the primitive roads were dry and the air was temperate, even in the wind.
We drove about 25 minutes southwest to arrive atop Meyer Ridge. It’s prairie and canyon country, some of it privately owned and actively farmed, and a larger portion a designated State Wildlife Area, requiring a Discover Pass for access. Compliant citizens that we are, we suspended our Discover Pass from our rearview mirror for all to see; we saw no one, not even a drone overhead.
We saw no wildlife, but some cows with very cute calves seemed pleased to show them off. I’ve generally found Herefords to be quite sociable.
Sprouted winter wheat is low and green–almost impossibly green–but stubble still dominates the spring fields.