Dear Friends Sometimes I am grateful to be clad in the cover of steel and safety glass. And to be racing along at 55 MPH. Because if I was simply a human on two legs in the deep winter white as we drove through in a sort of snowplow carved tunnel, I am almost certain the fiercest herbivore would …
Who Chose Who
My eyes notice them, but my mind does not. It's a subtle peppering of dots, blending into the natural mosaic of grassland and sage on a distant ridge. I'd see it, register it, but the conscious level of my brain would dismiss it as rocks or a sporadically placed stand of antelope bitterbrush. But …
Death on the Trail of Yellow?
“There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;It’s luring me on as of old;Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wantingSo much as just finding the gold.†-Robert Service, from ‘The Spell of the Yukon.†“Hey Marc. Chris. Check this out.†I gestured into the murk of a thick …
Cows, Concrete, and Carbon
Soil Carbon Coalition founder, Peter Donovan, after giving a conference lecture on soil health, stepped out of the conference room. Before he could think about coffee or the restroom, a farmer stopped him in the hallway. “What is the fastest way to get carbon into my soils?†Peter thought for …
Ode to the Belle
Dear Friends Sometimes saying goodbye to an old friend is just the right thing. It was one of those winter afternoons where I was walking through the cattle earlier this week, and it had spit snow all day. The wind was up a little, and the breeze was sharpening, as the sun finally crept out …
A Christmas Card from Zeke LaRue
It’s coming to dusk, and the two parallel halos of headlight illuminate the beginnings of a snow flurry lilting to the pavement as we pass through the hamlet of Elk Bend, Idaho. It’s Caryl and I, and we’re taking it slow on the 200-plus curves of US Highway 93, as it wends its way upward and …