My family used to live Out West. My folks grew up in Utah, and we've still got tons of extended family out there so every vacation I can remember was always to visit the distant relatives.
Out West they have these odd things on the roads - cattle guards. The cows apparently find them to be very scary, so they won't cross. Even though there's really nothing there to keep them from going across they won't do it. So the fences go to the road, then there's a cattle guard, then more fence on the other side. And it works. Mom says cows are dumb. I'm inclined to believe her. She says that sheep are dumber. I have a hard time imagining. But she grew up on a farm Out West, so I guess she should know.
Anyway. When you drive over a cattle guard, you're supposed to pick up your feet, lest you become an Old Maid. Very silly, but it's what we did when I was little. Then we moved Far Away to a Land With No Cattle Guards. Kate and I began lifting our feet up when we crossed railroads, because the sound is very similar and the Land Without Cattle Guards happened to be a Land Flowing With Rails and Ties. This game eventually mutated, as all good games do over time. Now, when one travels over a railroad, one must pick up the feet lest they be removed. But should they happen to be removed one can always just leave them down the next time one crosses because then they will be reattached. Did I mention that we do silly fairly well in my family?
The tragedy is that when we moved Far Away the younger kids never got to familiar with a cattle guard, so when we went to Wyoming this summer (there's more family up there) and we went up Grover Canyon, upon seeing a cattle guard we stopped to view it up close and personal. And this is the view we had:
These folks are my youngest siblings, checking things out.
You can check out another of my brothers in this post.
You can have a look at some more photo hunt photos here.