After living at Tatum Park in Scottsdale for about 18 months, and boarding the horses up in Cave Creek, we decided to move away from HOAs and cul-de-sacs and buy a house on a dirt road on Windstone Trail in Cave Creek. Sounded and felt kind of wild, or wilder. They changed the city to Scottsdale a couple months after we moved there. Oh well. At least we tried. A neighbor let us keep the horses in their barn until Gary was able to build the "mare motel", a pretty more than adequate structure, esp. once the rubber mats were added (thanks to Krista).
Jessica with Grandma McCaleb
Gary and his dad, "Pop"
We woke up one morning to find buffalo in the back yard...escapees from a training facility a few blocks away. With a lot of effort, we were able to locate the owners and after corralling them in the one pen (apparently they like alfalfa hay), with tarps and much patience they were finally loaded in the stock trailer brought to rescue them from their own folly. Billy was SO curious!
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