My Horseman and Me – God Saved Our Bacon – Part 7

That's me in the middle on the right.  A loooong time ago!

That’s me in the middle on the right. A loooong time ago!

 

While I was down in Mississippi, hanging out with family and avoiding our sticky situation at home; Clint was putting things into action.

When he called me in while I was still in The South,  he told me that he wasn’t going to work for that rancher. (Which we both knew was the best decision in the end. *Sigh*) He had talked to a friend who needed help on another ranch for the upcoming summer, but there was no housing.

Clint had also talked to the owners of the guest ranch and struck up a deal.

I would stay on at the guest ranch for another season and run the barn. In exchange for that position, we’d move into a single wide trailer (mentioned in this post) in the back forty along another stretch of the Colorado River.

God had provided. Not in the way I thought He would, but He had saved our bacon. And because of Him, we had a place to cook our bacon. And for that matter, we’d even be able to afford to buy bacon.

We moved into that trailer on April 1, 1999. The ground was still snow covered and frozen.

Now this trailer was intended to simply house summer staff. Mid to late May to the end of August. A friend had given the ranch this trailer and it was supposed to serve as overflow staff housing just during the season.

We ran a water hose from the river and hooked it to our house water line. As long as the lines and pipes didn’t freeze we had ice cold Colorado River water flowing from the faucets.  Showers were quick because it’s a lot to ask an old water heater to heat 40 degree water up to steaming temperatures. It did manage to heat the water enough to give it a balmy, lukewarm feel.

When we first moved in, I mentioned there was still plenty of snow on the ground.  Nighttime temperatures  were still in the freezing range. The thermostat for the heater was broken and the new part needed would take a few weeks to get in. There was no wood stove yet, so we did what any resourceful people would do.

We used the oven to heat the house. Yep, kept the oven door open all night.

Tonight’s gonna be cold, better bump the oven up to 550”. “Tonight shouldn’t be too bad, we could probably keep it at 425”.  I know, I know, you’re probably shaking your head, but after a while it felt completely normal to open up the oven before heading off to bed.

We made it through the spring. The snow melted. The thermostat was fixed. Summer was coming.

That summer was not kind to my body. I severely bruised or possibly slightly cracked a rib (I never went to the doctor to find out) while riding my young filly not long after the season started. So, for the rest of the summer, I wrapped my upper body in an Ace bandage before getting dressed each day and walked around like Napoleon with my arm guarding my ribs.  I also managed to get myself trampled by a horse, caught a treacherous stomach virus and topped it all off by coming down with bronchitis during the hottest part of the summer.

You know that saying, “That which doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger”?  Well, I must have been one of the strongest gals in Grand County, CO by the time fall rolled around.

 

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One Response to “My Horseman and Me – God Saved Our Bacon – Part 7

  • Lynn weaver
    1 year ago

    I enjoy your post so much. There are no words to express how strong you are, much you and Clint as a couple. Young married life💘💖💞

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