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.