“Brrr,” was the first thought that came to mind when I woke up on that dark fall day. It was muster day and the whole family was preparing to help my crazy uncle drive his cattle five miles from their nearly filthy pasture to his house just north of Staples Minnesota. Although some had driven a lot of cattle into fenced pastures before, there was just something that worried me about driving the unruly cattle right out in the middle of the highway. My family consisted of me, my dad Joe, my mom Heather, and my little brother Jared. My sister Hannah didn't come because she couldn't take time off from work. My father was a good horseman and breeder before I was even born and his skills showed when I would sit and watch him as a child. My mother always had a horse growing up and she knew how to ride very well, the livestock side was the only rusty thing about her. My brother was scared and didn't know what he was going to do since it was his first time riding a horse solo, and mom was worried about making him learn by doing something difficult like cattle driving on the highway. Dad, however, insisted that it was his time to learn. It was ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the pasture to find my uncle and his family, consisting of Uncle Mike, Aunt Mary, and my cousin Matt with his girlfriend Tessa. My uncle was a childhood friend of my fathers and they did everything together like brothers, he was good on horses and with cattle just like my father. My aunt was my mother's sister and she was also good as a horse but rusty with the ways of cattle. My cousin, on the other hand, was excellent on horseback and could maneuver it like a pro and at the same time see and understand... middle of paper ...... what the house meant the end, and that was pushing him to work harder and faster until the pine wood gate closed on the cattle. Hearing the steel latch click into place, we knew we had successfully completed a five-mile cattle drive in the heart of Minnesota and created one heck of a memory. After experiencing and observing all the events and actions that make up a livestock drive. I have even more respect for those who, at the time, earned their living. It's a hard life living away from family and friends, with just yourself and the dusty trail slowly moving towards a destination. I did all of this over and over again to re-observe how everything was unfolding and the beautiful surroundings that I had been able to see, hear, smell, feel and touch from a natural perspective. It wasn't just out a car window, but right within my reach.