To Afton, we crossed through working ranches, but maybe because of the weather, it felt like the Scottish highlands to me.
Not that I've ever been to the Scottish Highlands, but I've drunk their whisky, and the degree to which the beverage reflects the terroir, I've as good as been there.
"Like the last day of the Dakar"... I crack myself up sometimes.
I thought there was a dog in the barnyard too.