If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…

...you better get used to dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. There will be dirt on your floors, tracked in by cowboy boots and blown through invisible cracks in the seals around your windows and doors. Dirt will be caked onto his jeans heaped in the laundry room, and large quantities will be washed down... Continue Reading →

I took Grace out to the corner of the Airport Field where the cowboy crew was branding calves out of a rodear* the other day. I threw my camera and extra batteries in the diaper bag, but once I got there I decided to not take it out. I wanted to just be in the... Continue Reading →

Town Trip

A ranch wife's days are marked by the next town trip. A list is carefully made prior to each trip, because forgetting to buy a curtain rod doesn't mean that you can run to the hardware store the next day; it means the sun shines through the window and blinds you while you're trying to... Continue Reading →

Cowboy Vacation

"Most people go to Hawaii to vacation," my husband said. "We're going to Bruneau."I was just glad we got to take a cowboy vacation and didn't have to quit a job to do it. Technically, Jim went to Bruneau, Idaho to haul water and feed cubes to cows there for a week, so it was... Continue Reading →

I've heard tales about going out out the spring and fall wagons for 3 months at a time, when each ranch had a crew of at least six cowboys, each cowboy had at least ten horses in his string, and there were a whole lot more ranches still running in the Great Basin. I had... Continue Reading →

After a two-year hiatus, I'm back at the blog machine. Not to be confused with the fog machine. Not that anyone was likely to get those confused. Not that those two have anything to do with each other. Sorry I mentioned that. Hope I didn't cloud anyone's thought process. Since my last blog post, I... Continue Reading →

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑