There’s a unique smell that I have a love/hate relationship with…
It’s kept me company on many a starlit night…
It’s fired our branding barrels many a year ago…
It’s given me worries about my guys…
It’s made me sick to my stomach…
It’s made me cry…
It’s made me lose sleep…
It’s come within a quarter mile of my house…
It is sagebrush smoke.
When you come in for supper and the air is blue and clear…
and go outside afterwards and smell that burning sagebrush smell…
You know it’s not gonna be good for someone.
But tonight after a drive to the top of the hill…
and binoculars…
and phone calls…
and debate…
and, unfortunately, high winds…
You find out that the fire is on the Kaycee (eastern) side of the Big Horn Mountains.
And you feel relief!
And you feel sorry for the Kaycee ranchers.
And you’re happy you can go to bed without worrying about losing grass, fences, or cattle!
And you count your blessings one more time!
Find me here!