"Go over, get behind her and drive her down to join the group," the father told his daughter while pointing across a grassy ravine to a lone cow doing a poor job of trying to hide from the commotion.
"Okay!" said the excited 11 year old as she stomped on the Gator's gas pedal, still learning how to drive the 4 wheel drive machine that looks much like a golf cart on steroids. She sped off, long blond hair flailing in the wind, as dad worried she would crash in a hidden washout.