The kids and I accompanied Guy to cow camp last week, where he’ll be settling in on the Bruneau Desert with his cattle for the Spring. We were swept into the early mornings, endless sagebrush days, and evenings spent reading aloud under flickering gas lanterns. Unfortunately, we had to return to the lower Bruneau Valley and begin our school routine anew, minus the ramrod of our household.
I’m dragging my feet through this transition, clinging to the peaceful memory of long days spent horseback. Watching the sun rise over the sage is a gift provided by the lifestyle we lead. There are few times I feel more alive, present and engaged, than when I am astride a horse. The act of communicating with another being, with intention, emotion, and feel is magic.
The school year countdown has begun. Until we can pack our bags and flee to the desert for the summer, I’ll content myself with these pictures.
Love your post Rachel!
Thank you.
Thank you.
thanks for sharing your stories Rachel, you have a gift for telling a story
Thank you, Cheri. I’ve been thinking about you all lately, I’ve got a story to tell. . .
Ah yes, the countdown until school is out and days can be spent horseback.
And you can tell “C” that around our ranch we’ve lived without TV for 14 years now. (And we don’t miss it all.) Life does go on!
what a beautiful image you create.
Thank you, Robby. Wishing we were back out there, I was just told that I am, “Rude and mean,” because I won’t let Conley watch television. The argument is moot when you don’t have electricity.
Wish I was there 🙂
Looks like such fascinating country, different and yet emotionally similar to pack trips…Can’t wait to see it someday.
We’re looking forward to sharing it. Just visited the library today and picked up some local history books, so I can be well versed in the lore. No luck with geology resources, unfortunately.
I love reading your pieces, Rachel!!
Thank you, Jane.