Getting to this Mohawk Valley barn in Plumas County was no simple drive. At one time it was known as the McKenzie Guest Ranch. After passing through and closing a big stock gate on the main highway, we drove one or two miles through a huge pasture where hundreds of Black Angus cattle grazed. The cattle stopped eating and watched as we passed. We drove over several crudely-made bridges spanning one little creek that persistently zig-zagged through the meadow. Once at the barn, our daughter rented one of their horses and went riding in the hills. I set up my easel, brought out the oil paints, and painted until she returned. It was a warm, but pleasant, afternoon.