Home is where

Utah, between Moab and Monticello, two days ago Got to Santa Fe that night, and laid over for a day. Walked The Plaza, ate lunch at The Shed, visited the Georgia O’Keefe museum— wonderful paintings, beautiful galleries — photo gallery, gelato, and...

Last lessons: do less, feel more

Here is Tuesday, in among the trees at Bedlam Farm. A Waiting for Godot kind of day, wanting the sun to break through the fog as it lifted but neither happened. Having a last-few-days-summing-up moment, and wanting to spend more pony time. Jilli gave me two lungeing...

Cold hosing

While we were in Oregon, Arainha strained her left foreleg, doing an impromptu levade over a narrow creek that was dark enough that she could not tell its depth and so made doubly sure she cleared it. Actually, it turned out to be an abcess, at the coronet band, that...

Peaches, and

Got back late from our road trip to Oregon. The chihuahua Peaches at the Ryan Ranch came to say hello to me, and then jumped up into the truck, sniffing, and whining a little bit, looking for Jillian, whom she clearly loves, and not finding her. And that is pretty...

Sinking in

A bucking-horse stock trailer Went to the rodeo a couple of nights ago, to watch Steph from the ranch run barrels on her horse Fly. Drove down in the trailer rig. Jillian told me beforehand that the bucking horses are generally in great shape, fed well, and live in a...

Xodo on his way east

Jillian bringing Xodo to the van August 22 He called once to Arainha, and she called back, and then he got on the van as though he knew he was going to his gals. The trucker does 24 hours on, 24 hours off. Xodo should arrive some time on...