Post two of Day two at the ranch.

After i posted last, i went out to see the bulls being sprayed, innoculated, and having samples taken from their ears. How it works is they parade the bulls down a corridor that gets progressively narrower. At the end is a single bull sized hydraulic metal cage. They pretty much squeeze them until they can't move anymore once they are in the cage, give them two shots, and take a small chunk out of their ear with a device not far from a hole punch.
On my way over to the building where this process was being conducted, i hear lots of yelling, and follow dad's instructions to climb the fence and prepare to launch myself over. A wild bull comes running out, followed by an exhalation of cursing and laughter from the men inside. One had climbed out of the corridor before reaching the cage and made his escape through the small room, almost knocking over all the vital test tubes and taking out a rancher.
Once inside I'm offered a position as test tube labeler. I take my job very seriously, and carry out my task efficiently. Test tubes are something i can relate to, something that helps me fit in. However, i was very skittish throughout the whole process because labeling the test tubes caused me to face away from the hydraulic cage which was only a few feet away. I was also right in the path that the escape bull had run through earlier. And to add to the anxiety, a quick look around caused me to realize there was cow poop sprayed across the walls and ceiling. It was everywhere. Nearly every bull being squeezed proceeded to have intense spewing diarrhea (excuse me, dear readers) and in addition, thrashed about while waving his tail wildly. This pretty much explained things. I managed to stay clean, amazingly.
Afterward, I walked back over to the cabin and ate more peaches, you'll be hearing that a lot. Dad and i took the buggies out for about two hours and traversed across the ranch forever. I have never seen so much uninhabited space in my life except for possibly in wyoming. We drove out past kite butte, which i resolved to pull a solo hike out to tomorrow. It's about four miles from our cabin. We rounded about jackson lake, which was beautifully blue, calm and reflective. The creeks and lakes don't seem to settle into particular areas they just kind of lay on top of the grass and the land. We continued over to the jackson homestead which was from about 1830. The house was almost fully intact, except for the caving roof. The yard was strewn with complicated and tangled metal equipment. Everything is preserved so well by the dry weather, dad says even the snow is dry. The way back towards the ranch became a montana flavored safari. We saw antelope, coyotes, marmots, and ground squirrels. I gathered feathers off the ground and we stopped out by the truck shed to hang out with the friendly horses. Curious fellas, they immediately came up to nibble on our gloves, scarves, backpacks, and cam straps. The friendliest one was a giant black gelding, his brand was a pattern of white fur contrast against the black. an arrow pointing straight down into a v. They brand the dark horses by freezing that part of their skin so when the hair grows back, it's white. Anyway, we made friends with a couple of the horses and headed back to the cabin coated in horse dust. I proceeded to sit down and write, and even at 9:46 pm, it is pretty light outside. It might even be darker in california right now then it is here. The sun was pretty much setting within the last 45 minutes.