There were now only three of us horseback on the darkening backroad. Linnaea had fallen behind and was scooped up by Caryl, piloting truck and trailer. The 7 year old was frozen and tired on her aging gray mare, who now happily had wheels under her. The little blonde haired girl in the truck was …
Four Months in the Mountains
Well, we got them hired. Six twenty-something gals and guys, hailing from Ohio, Colorado, Texas, Utah, Indiana and Idaho, for a range riding position on Alderspring. Ohio was the strongest state repped this year, with 3 of our hired hands calling the Buckeye State home at one time or another. Ohio …
Bird Meets Bulldozer
Bird Meets Bulldozer Madelyn, my blonde haired and a little-wild-animal-blooded 14-year old was waiting for me, smiling as I pulled up to the house for lunch. She eagerly came up to my rolled down window, as the warm spring air tousled her hair over her face. She had news: "The killdeer are …
Bonnie Before Time
I felt the pulse of the helicopter before I heard it. The thumping seemed to reverberate through the ground on which I stood, and then, in a blast of rotor wash and noise, the Jet Ranger erupted over the ridge just below me. The ship swung into a curved trajectory aimed for the head of …
Idaho’s Oceanfront Property
It's a lovely, bright sunshine day over quiet waters. As you look east, surprisingly, there's no vessels of any kind on the vast body of deep azure blue; and there is no end to it. The sea alone is the horizon, and the sky is dotted with white clouds. There is no haze, typical of coastline vistas; …
Pronghorn Power
As we quietly pick our way horseback along the quiet bubbling of Little Hat Creek, you'll feel them. Perhaps it's a sixth sense, or acuteness that we aren't even aware of: smell, maybe, or a fleeting and subconscious capture of their motionless sentry-like form. The perception nags at you. …