|Who is that chevalier?|
|Kim, René, the boys and the friendly camel|
|Couldn't get enough...|
|...of that camel|
|Isa, the horse I fell off of|
|An Apaloosa called Nevada|
Most of the time, Kim is managing her B&B with her mother near Céret, so I was working for René the week I was there. I soon discovered that ranchers in the American West have nothing on this French Catalan when it comes to being tough. René has broken his leg twice while taking tourists out on horse and carriage rides, and according to Kim, you wouldn't know he was in pain by looking at him. Of course, René doesn't smile much anyway, so pain might be hard to detect on his countenance in any event.
When I fell off a galloping horse named Isa (not Isa's fault at all, I just fell off) even though I felt like whimpering and skulking off to my quarters, I imitated René, shook off the pain in my already sore derrier, and climbed back on. Before long, René had me galloping again, properly.
The work I did on the ranch was divided between strimming and using a tractor to plow and cut grass for hay. The riding was a gift from René, and before long I was looking forward to going at a full gallop. Nevertheless, when I walked away from the ranch in the direction of Perpignan, I was a lot more sore than when I'd arrived, and I felt the 20 kilometer walk with a heavy backpack would give me a much needed rest.
|Part of the 30+ head herd, which includes ponies and two camels, one of which was quite friendly|
|The friendly camel liked to play with a football|
|As I said, friendly|
|Driving back from cutting hay|
|Parked after cutting hay|
|Photographing myself while cutting hay|