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A weekend at the cabin...

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I honestly don't know what else to say.

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  1. Kristina P.July 12, 2010 at 7:44 AM

    Last fall, we went up the canyon in Springville, to take family pictures, and got stuck behind a cattle drive. I never wanted a burger so badly.

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  2. M-CatJuly 12, 2010 at 8:18 AM

    I love those lambs. Especially the black ones!

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  3. JennaJuly 12, 2010 at 9:21 AM

    oh wow that is so weird. Never seen anything like that before!

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  4. JoanJuly 12, 2010 at 12:56 PM

    Coming from Wyoming and Montana, we saw it all the time. They even have a sheep drive in Montana where all the sheep ranchers get together and herd all their herds down the road together and make a celebration of it. My hubby used to work some of the cattle drives.

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  5. .:Anna:.July 12, 2010 at 6:04 PM

    I love sheep and cattle drives. They make me smile and realize that all is OK with the world.

    ... I saw you! I saw you in the video! The little black sheep in the back! ;)

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  6. KayeJuly 12, 2010 at 9:43 PM

    Could have been Sanpete County! I like seeing the cowboys work the crowd.

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  7. ParkersJuly 12, 2010 at 11:29 PM

    WHAT???

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  8. YolandaJuly 13, 2010 at 5:44 AM

    Speechless? Nah, not you.

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  9. TyneJuly 13, 2010 at 3:11 PM

    whoa nelly, y'all come back now! (for some reason I can't view videos when they are embedded in blogger.)

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  10. FoursonsJuly 13, 2010 at 8:48 PM

    Oh my gosh, where did they all come from?

    Did you ever receive The Plain Truth? My son shipped it out for me so I want to make sure you got it.

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  11. Lisa Page RosenbergJuly 16, 2010 at 9:34 AM

    I love this so much.
    Reminds me of driving in LA on the 405...

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  12. CountessLaurieJuly 19, 2010 at 11:03 AM

    How cute from 30 states away. I am not sure I'd want to try to maneuver that every day, but cute just the same.

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