Back down from the mountain, a couple more images linger. It’s hard to describe the mountain vistas, or the beauty of the flowers and I am loathe to let them go just yet.
Many mountain flowers are small and subtle, but pinks are small and brilliant
As the seasons move toward winter the colors move to brown and grey, here Blacktooth Peak sits atop it’s royal robes.
After one last view, it was time to return.
Wrapping up Wyoming for 2014, I took a cycling ride from the cabin to Bear Gulch. It was about seven miles with one thousand feet of climbing. These days, that’s a hard ride for me. At the top, the as far as I can go top, I sat on a rock and ate some local cherries we had purchased at a local farmer’s market.
Many of you who know horses may think they prefer to hang about the corral with their buds just waiting until it’s time to go out to pasture. However my I-phone horse translator tells me that this one was saying… “What do you mean you didn’t take me to Bear Gulch with all the sweet grass… Are you crazy ? ” My legs and lungs said I should have listened.
The cabin is a long ride up the mountain and the road is rough so when Jan stocks up at the grocery store I check for any local root-beer.
Bedfords comes in a manly bottle, no twist off cap – you need an opener, or as I have seen, teeth, or an eye socket. This root beer takes me back to the good old days.
This one has a big strong flavor. It’s not as smooth as some from the East coast, but the big flavor makes it unique.
They say that the lead view is best, and on a horse I can agree with that.
But the view from behind can be pretty good too.
It matters where you are.
May you always take time to see the view.
Horses are alot like people. On a horse ranch, they need to work. That means a commute each morning. Some are leaders
Some trot behind.
And of course there’s always a joker in the bunch.
Some are content to mosey in, just like some people I work with…
Horses even have cliques, here Chief ( red ) tells Lacey and Sunday this cubicle is taken. Don’t they look mean with their ears back? A bit like my daughters when I told them “Nothing good happens after midnight.”
Just like us, these horses work every day. But don’t feel too bad, they winter running free on a huge ranch. I wonder if like me, they wish they could prance away from responsibility?
May your work bring you pleasure.
When night is darkest and hope a crutch that others lean upon, cast your eyes up. Often new things are revealed when we least expect them.
The night sky outside our cabin in Wyoming. It continually teaches me the meaning of “awe”
May there be wonders in your life.
We stopped at Devil’s Tower on the way home. The extruded magma from a long ago volcano stands a proud challenge to the surroundings, a holy place to the Native Americans, and a Mecca to climbers.
My daughter and I scrambled across boulders near the technical climbing area. It was hot tiring work, but nothing like the climbers faced. Afterwards I thought how life divides us into doers and watchers. Can you find the inspiring doers in the picture below?
How about the watcher, another famous feature of Devil’s Tower, can you recognize the Prairie Dog?
Life can be tough when you’re little and tasty and there’s eagles and coyotes about.
I think that sometimes we become watchers or doers at the wrong times for improper reasons. There’s a time for both, but if we want to realize our dreams we must ensure that fear doesn’t stop us from doing when the time is right.
May you dare to do.
We have this Toyota van – it’s been alot of places on some tough roads with almost 200,000 miles ( 320,000K )
When it stops we will have had our money’s worth.
The Saddles are clean…
The Riding done…
the last smiles tucked away…
then we return and I wonder why I don’t live here and vacation back there…
One of my favorite places of mountains, water, trees and sky. And of course animals, this trip we saw elk, buffalo, a bald eagle, deer, marmots, moose. We took a whirlwind one day visit from our cabin near Sheridan Wyoming.
We made it up the mountain and got in a ride or two..
The mountain is dry, quite a bit different than the green flowery spring.
Later I was riding my mountain bike back from a forty minute ascent up the Redgrade Road when I looked into our valley and thought some of our sorrows come from not filling our lives with enough good things.