Windmills I have always wondered about them since I tried reading Don Quiote at the age of 12 (I know, it was a little too ambition for my age but I’ve always had delusions of grandeur, I thought I would read all the classics in my lifetime and knew I needed to start early).

Well, anyway, I didn’t have to fight this one; it was already partially disassembled (there is power to this well now). But I did climb it.

Not very often I’ve ever seen one in this good of shape. It’s not very tall and there wasn’t too much to see but a cow coming for a drink, looking at me, thinking: “what in the world is going on?”

IMG_8340.JPGand a cute cowboy wondering the same.



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