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Monday, May 8, 2023 - Soap of the Day

Sir Henry's Island Estate

We sometimes had friends from town come to the ranch for a visit.  Visits didn’t stop the work however so often they would tag along.  This day we had to move a few cows from the Lloyd place on the ridge back to the home place in Elba.  It was a job Dad and I could do alone but a couple extra people on horseback would be all the better, even if they weren’t cowboys.  The push was a short 4 miles. I caught 4 horses and saddled em up. Dad and the Bartlett’s showed up a short while later. We rounded the cattle and without incident pushed them down the road to where they needed to go and once done, we headed back to put the horses away.  As we rode along the highway we came to a big cut bank into the hillside.  They’d cut it to keep the road flat. Shoot, you see them wherever you go.  Anyway,  It is super steep and about 60 ft high. As we were riding past, the kid that was with us asked Dad if a horse could climb that. Dad was riding Pal, a big palomino horse who was mountain bred and covered with muscle.  Without saying a thing, dad turned Pal towards the steep, put pressure to his ribs and asked Pal to climb.  Boy howdy! Rocks and dirt and clumps of sod exploded from under Pal ad he and Dad ascended that cut bank.  But dad had forgotten that at the top of the dugway was a five-strand barbed wire fence that left no exit except back down.  Pal did the work and wheeled to the right and followed his carnage right back down, front legs straight, sitting on his haunches, sliding and snorting until the ride was over.  The town boys were impressed.  I was impressed.  Dad was silent.  Yes a horse can climb that but only a few can come back down.  Dad was lucky that Pal was there to back his cowboy bravado.  Astride another horse it would have been a wreck.
L’Occitane Cade reminds me of that country we were riding through that day.  Junipers and sage and sunshine.  It lets me reflect on things I’ve seen over the years.

I was rewatching in my mind the movie, The Man from Snowy River as I read this 

Hahaha! I got a snowy river-esque story that’ll make an appearance on a post of a high-lonesome soap or a heavy leather tub.  Dad could ride for sure.

All done! It's always a satisfying feeling to finish a tub. This scent will most likely be repurchased once the summer months are dwindling down. In the meantime, I have plenty of other options to work through, and maybe a few more will actually get killed off. 

Nice work, FaceScraper! You're an inspiration.

Thanks Bouki ! This tub was on its way out anyway, so the decision was made to keep at it, and finish it up. Now I’ll just bounce around for a little while until the next “victim” is selected. Somehow, it seems every time a soap is finished, two more show up.

We sometimes had friends from town come to the ranch for a visit.  Visits didn’t stop the work however so often they would tag along.  This day we had to move a few cows from the Lloyd place on the ridge back to the home place in Elba.  It was a job Dad and I could do alone but a couple extra people on horseback would be all the better, even if they weren’t cowboys.  The push was a short 4 miles. I caught 4 horses and saddled em up. Dad and the Bartlett’s showed up a short while later. We rounded the cattle and without incident pushed them down the road to where they needed to go and once done, we headed back to put the horses away.  As we rode along the highway we came to a big cut bank into the hillside.  They’d cut it to keep the road flat. Shoot, you see them wherever you go.  Anyway,  It is super steep and about 60 ft high. As we were riding past, the kid that was with us asked Dad if a horse could climb that. Dad was riding Pal, a big palomino horse who was mountain bred and covered with muscle.  Without saying a thing, dad turned Pal towards the steep, put pressure to his ribs and asked Pal to climb.  Boy howdy! Rocks and dirt and clumps of sod exploded from under Pal ad he and Dad ascended that cut bank.  But dad had forgotten that at the top of the dugway was a five-strand barbed wire fence that left no exit except back down.  Pal did the work and wheeled to the right and followed his carnage right back down, front legs straight, sitting on his haunches, sliding and snorting until the ride was over.  The town boys were impressed.  I was impressed.  Dad was silent.  Yes a horse can climb that but only a few can come back down.  Dad was lucky that Pal was there to back his cowboy bravado.  Astride another horse it would have been a wreck.
L’Occitane Cade reminds me of that country we were riding through that day.  Junipers and sage and sunshine.  It lets me reflect on things I’ve seen over the years.

I was rewatching in my mind the movie, The Man from Snowy River as I read this 

Hahaha! I got a snowy river-esque story that’ll make an appearance on a post of a high-lonesome soap or a heavy leather tub.  Dad could ride for sure.

I look forward to it !

Ethos - Lost Souls (F base)

Tuesday May 9, 2023
Razor: Asylum 17-4
Blade: Wizamet
Brush: Spartan Custom/Cashmere
Soap: H C & C Ladies' Man (Aquatic)
AS 1: Witch Hazel
AS 2: Aqua Velva
Fragrance:
Consecutive Daily Shaves - # 1,646