blacktooth and pinks – wyoming treasures

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.

Pinks - their local name - seen from horseback

Pinks – their local name – seen from horseback

Many mountain flowers are small and subtle, but pinks are small and brilliant

Close up view

Close up view

As the seasons move toward winter the colors move to brown and grey, here Blacktooth Peak sits atop it’s royal robes.

Blacktooth Peak in the distance

Blacktooth Peak in the distance

After one last view, it was time to return.


the lead view – horses

They say that the lead view is best, and on a horse I can agree with that.

The horse eye view for Romeo in front - his ears say he's paying attention

The horse eye view for Romeo in front – his ears say he’s paying attention

But the view from behind can be pretty good too.

I think Romeo is unhappy for me letting them cut us off at the pass

I think Romeo will give me a poor review for letting them cut us off at the pass

It matters where you are.

The Bighorn Mountains, August 2014

The Bighorn Mountains, August 2014

May you always take time to see the view.


darkest night

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 heavens from the Big Horn mountains are wondrous. Photo Jason Stomps, all rights reserved

the heavens from the Big Horn mountains are wondrous. Photo Jason Stomps, all rights reserved

The night sky outside our cabin in Wyoming. It continually teaches me the meaning of “awe”

May there be wonders in your life.


good things – horses

We made it up the mountain and got in a ride or two..

Lacey and Janet - beautiful palomino, beautiful wife

Lacey and Janet – beautiful palomino, beautiful wife

The mountain is dry, quite a bit different than the green flowery spring.

in the meadow in the big-horn mountains

in the meadow in the big-horn mountains

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.


little things…

Once, my brother in law and I rode horse back 1/2 a day from our cabin bordering the national forest and hiked up to the wilderness area planning to overnight just above the tree line, ( 11,000 feet ). Read the rest of this entry »


dare to ride — horse

Sometimes we try things and they don’t always work out exactly as we planned. Read the rest of this entry »


watch out for bears – horse

My youngest often rides a horse bareback as we explore the mountain trails. Read the rest of this entry »


born to ride – horse

I married into horses… my kids were born to them…. Read the rest of this entry »


that darn horse

Blackjack was spooky. Sure, he might have a big roman head, and mule like ears, but he was athletic and energetic. Big and strong he could eat up the miles, just pull his head in gently with the reins, squeeze him with your legs and he would foxtrot forever. Small obstacles or streams in the way, Blackjack could sprout wings and fly over them. Read the rest of this entry »


forest fire in the big horns

It was dry in 2007, very dry. We feared a lightning strike would set the mountain ablaze…
The heat, the wind, and the fire spreads… Read the rest of this entry »