Jill and I heading out for a ride down the wash.
Many of you have heard me talk about the Ranchlette and have often asked if it really exists, or if it is just something that I make up in some tequilla induced trance. Well, yes, the place really does exist. It is my mom and dad's place in the Mojave Desert in a little town called Morongo Valley, just NW of Palm Springs.
On my visitation weekends that I don't spend at home, I spend with Tristan and the Wombat at the Ranchlette. I fly down to So. Cal., pick the kids up and take them to the Ranchlette for the weekend. Usually when I get there mom and dad have some chores that they have saved up especially for me to do like hauling hay, fixing the well pump or digging trenches.
Jill and I heading out for a ride down the wash.
The Ranchlette sits on 5 acres, and my folks have horses, chickens, dogs, goats, and a couple of fish ponds. There is also a tractor that my dad uses a lot and a ratty old golf cart that gets used like it was an army jeep. There are a bazillion wild critters that live on the property which come and go as they please. Mom and dad don't grow or raise anything on the Ranchlette, they just live there.
Several times a year, all 6 of us head down to the Ranchlette for the weekend. The kids ride the horses in the riding arena, cruise the miles of dirt roads in the golf cart, gather fresh eggs from the chickens and catch bugs and lizards. Pretty cool stuff.
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