I was going to give Vernon a ride down to his excavator so he could move it before the next snowstorm arrives. Walking out to the shop to get the side by side, we found some creative souls hard at work. This is Quinlan. Welding. I know it’s not the first time he’s welded, but…
New Beginnings
Boxelder trees are part of the maple family. The Double Crossing has its share. It was almost impossible to go through. You had to dismount and lead your horse, keeping a careful eye that your saddle horn did not snag on a branch and panic your horse. This is what it looked like. Vernon has…
Reminiscing XIV
These stories are from James Greet who was my father-in-law’s (Johnny) older brother. One spring, I got in on the cow roundup at home. Then I joined the roundup that worked the range out of the Orchard cowcamp in Buffalo Canyon. We gathered about two hundred head. Some of those cowboys were Dutch Mills, Henry…
TBT: Hermit, v.2.0
This was first published February 23, 2014. I still remember this day because I was not a happy camper! Driving on nasty roads is not my idea of fun and it wasn’t! It was one of these days. If the roads are nasty, then we’re probably headed somewhere… Today it was Cody, where our pickup…
Wordless Wednesday: Sundog Silhouette
For a jigsaw puzzle of Bravo and the sundog behind him, go HERE.
Reading the Snow
While I watched Vernon continue to rejuvenate the Double Crossing, I wandered a bit. The day was warm with the snow melting away. I tossed my jacket layer onto the side by side as I had overdressed. A few steps further and I noticed tracks. They had melted and were fairly indistinguishable. All I had…
Brush Clearing
After Vernon cleaned up the old buildings, he turned to cleaning up some brush. This area has been known as the Double Crossing since teams and wagons had to ford the Nowood River twice in this spot. When I first came here, riding your horse through this brush was doable. Sure, some areas were thicker…
Wool Bag
With a wool needle felting class coming up, I’ve decided to continue playing with wool projects… This bag was gifted to me years ago and it’s been hanging out in my wool bag ever since. I added a sunset… Then a few aspen trees… It’s not quite complete, but it’s close!
The Disappeared
How to describe those things that are gone? The silver granary that guarded the gate. Armored and at attention, but no longer filled with grain, he watched countless times as horses were led from the barn and cows were trailed past. Wagons and Ram Trucks, rattling horse trailers, dogs at heel, they filled all his…
Reminiscing XIII
Stories from James Greet: By the time I had reached my teens, I was doing a lot of riding. There were various cattle roundups, and also, it was usually my job to bring home the strays. Often , I would be gone for days at a time. One year we got word that we had…
Throwback Thursday: Lovely Day, v.2.0
I was just talking about this the other day, wondering if I should do it again… or paint on the door… I like painting on our front doors. I did neither. So here it is for Throwback Thursday instead! This was first published February 14, 2014. Love your library! On this Valentine’s Day… I hope…
Wordless Wednesday: Barn Wood
For a jigsaw puzzle of this old shed’s barn wood, go HERE.