6.20.11

new home number 17

home on the range

"there is no better summer escape than this.  it is the green wide-open oasis in the surrounding desert intensity and mountain madness.  the view is unfettered and the huge sky is almost always clear or possessed of perfect puffy clouds blowing across the mesa.  it's hot but not too hot, can be cool but not too cool and the freshest possible air breezes around the fields of hay and sage brush.


the town of my childhood is perennially mellow; a sunny, sleepy place where nearly everyone passed on the street says hello and everyone passed on the road waves. so far though there has been hardly any reason to go to town except yesterday for topo maps, eggs, salad greens and a fishing license - all of which are available at the hardware store.  i have everything i need or want right now at the homestead dad took off on his black harley yesterday, leaving me well stocked and alone.  i've got a truck, a freezer of buffalo, a fridge of hot sauces, a cupboard of coffee, many shelves of books and a revolver.

i love it here and do not mind the solitude at all.  i pass the time   contentedly as the house itself is so clean and comfortable.  it's full of thriving houseplants, beautiful furniture and lots of light spilling in the walls of windows.  it is colorfully painted and absolutely stuffed with trophy's (dead animal heads not sports medallions) to the point that might be ridiculous if it were not so tastefully done.  dads beautiful ironwork and walls of photos complete the interior.


it's the perfect nesting example of intelligent, energetic, engaged, god-lovin, sharp-shootin, hard-workin folks.  my folks.  it's nice to be back home... on the range."