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| A tons of carrots drying in the sun Cows and Carrots Along The Whittier Narrows |
In the 60's we rode bareback through the deep sands of the San Gabriel Riverbed and floodplain. The land was ever changing as the rains came and went. A full river had tall cranes, waterfalls, and grasses that swayed with the currents and leaves that circled in whirlpools. Cattails and tall bamboo grew along the banks.
The heat of summer never bothered us. We waited knee deep in the river. The sandy bottom squished between our toes. In deeper parts we let our horses swim across while riding their back. As the water receded the boulders along the river bed were visible once again while dark pools lingered in the shadows under the bamboo and the willows along the sandy banks.
The San Gabriel River was alive with the song of birds, gurgling waters, and cattails clacking in the breezes, especially in autum when they dried to a crispy golden brown. The horse's hoofs were hushed in the deep sand as we trotted along on the sandy banks. Out on the floodplain our horses hooves pounded like thunder against the well worn trails. We rode like the wind while ducking our heads under cottonwood branches, steering expertly around the sharp turns and racing on the straight aways.
I didn't realize it then but life was carefree. The only thing that crossed my mind was a teenage whim for a boyfriend and the fear of being bucked off my horse, Apache Tears. He was quite spirited and reared at leaves blowing by. When he got wet you several dark spots on his skin showed under his white coat. I named him Apache Tears. after a black transclucent stone that I bought in a gift shop out in Death Valley.
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| Whittier Narrows Dam |
Within an hour we reached the Whittier Narrows Dam. We rode up to the top of the dam on the concrete ramp called Myrtle's Rump. At the top we rested while looking over the metal fencing into the dam. The water spilled over the gates like a waterfall that occasionally rushed and roared. We continued down the back side of the dam then headed northeast towards the Rio Hondo River. The sound of our horses hooves went clippity clop down the concrete ramp. The land was a wide open floodplain with few trees and bushes. On the way to the Rio Hondo River we rode through a farm and the Whittier Narrows Nature Area which reminded me of The Secret Garden. No one was there. It was all ours to explore.
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| Back Side of Whittier Narrows Dam |
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| Whittier narrows Nature Area reminded me Of The Secret Garden |
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| A picture of children playing in the water of the San Gariel River. |
Autumn didn;t get too cold in Southern California unless you went to the mountains or the foot hills of Glenn Oaks where we bought apples. One autumn day while riding through the Whittier Narrows floodplain we caught a rich, sweet, earthy scent. As we got closer we saw long troughs overflowing with bright orange carrots in the bright sun ! A herd of black cows were grazing on the grasses and other cows stood at the big troughs eating the carrots. The sight and smell of this made quite an impression on me. For the next 3 years autumn became quite special time as we came upon the carrots in the long troughs. The 3rd year we saw a dark green work truck drive up the little ranch road loaded up with giant bushel bags of carrots for the cows. It was the last time we were to enjoy this magical experience. Was it only there for us kids to see? I wonder how many people ever saw this or cared about it as much as we did.
At the end of the day we rode the long trail back to the stable as the west winds blew through our hair. We were all eager to get back as their were plenty of Double Colas in the machine waiting for us in the barn and back then we would ride for miles without water.
Writing this has brought back many good memories. I am glad I took the time to sit down and write about it. So much time can be spent pushing ourselves forward. I want to remember more of those happy days and I want to make new memories too. Remembering my past experiences have reminded me of how they all prepared me to live on this Little Utah Farm.
Thank you for visiting Little Utah Farm,
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| Deborah Moen of Little Utah Farm |
Related article: This is on the Whittier Narrows area where we rode and The Whittier Narrows Nature Center.
Good article about the San Gabriel River from KCET
More of my stories on Little Utah Farm
100 Year Rains and Early Autumn snow
https://littleutahfarm.blogspot.com/2021/11/100-year-summer-rains-and-early-autumn.html
An Early Visit From Jack Frost
https://littleutahfarm.blogspot.com/2021/09/an-early-visit-from-jack-frost.html
Meet Our New Dog Bandit
https://littleutahfarm.blogspot.com/2021/09/meet-our-new-dog-bandit.html
Bandit's New Dog Booties
https://littleutahfarm.blogspot.com/2021/11/bandits-new-dog-booties.html

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