If you aren’t familiar with Long Island you might be surprised to find that the eastern end has lots of farms and wineries dotting the landscape. Often during our rides we find ourselves pulled off on the side of the road, peering over a split rail fence at horses or stopping at a farm that has animals in pens or corrals.
One of my favorite stops is Briermier Farms to get a homemade pie to bring home. Mmm… strawberry rhubaaaaarb. Pies fit perfectly in the trunk of the Ural and actually make it home in one piece. Tres handy!
The Ural makes pulling on to any manner of shoulder – grassy, bumpy, muddy so easy I feel spoiled by it. It makes u-turning a speedy breeze, too. You know – for emergency situations like spotting a pen full of teeny goats just dying to be scratched. Or fed phone books and tin cans. I’m pretty sure they’ll take either.
Though Chloe was completely in love with the little goats and a lamb, the itty-bitty calfs stole my heart.
They stole my heart …and tried to steal the snaps off of Chloe’s jacket.
I kid you not – some lady walking behind us said to her kid, “Oh, look at the cute little deers!” Poor kid.
In keeping with the horse’s ass theme – I leave you with this little guy’s sweet patoot. His name is Timmy. I kept trying to talk to him and get him to raise his face to the camera but he wouldn’t look up and didn’t say much, he was… a little… horse.
Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week.