Sierra
“Tesoro, wake up Piccola, we’re here,” Anthony quietly said.
It took us two days to get here, we stopped just over the border of Montana and spent a day exploring. The scenery was gorgeous in Montana. There was so much snow.
I had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, and Anthony woke me just as we were turning and driving through a gate where there was a sign that said Holly’s Ranch Retreat.
The lane was long, snow on both sides, but the lane had been plowed.
I gasped as we rounded a bend.
“Oh my God, Anthony, look, are those Alpacas?”
“Yeah, they sell their fleece, breed and sell them. Look over there, they also have horses.”
I couldn’t help squealing. They looked so majestic.
“They let them out to frolic in the snow for a few hours, then they go back to the barn. T
