Bearcreek Downs: Gotta See It–Oink Oink! (or Small Town Saturday Nights)

“You know, Marilyn, we should just have the rehearsal dinner over at the Bearcreek Saloon,” said Dad. “Ray, we are NOT having a rehearsal dinner at a bar. I cannot believe you would even suggest such a thing.” snorted my mother. Then she called to tell me about my father’s preposterous idea. “Um, actually mum, that…

Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town

Oh Ruby, you do so love being the center of attention, so much that you’re perfectly comfortable moving to the middle of the circle, sacking out, and letting Sam McDowell use you as a footrest. Quite literally, you’ll let love walk all over you. Sam McDowell is a professional. Professional cowboy. Professional builder of log…

Iron Works!

Metalwork that is really artwork from Montana to Texas…

The Trouble with the Light, or How Green Is the Valley

I cannot say enough about the benefits of sagebrush to cure whatever ails you. It’s certainly enough for me to forgive three dogs for thinking that I needed to get up and feed them at five in the morning. (You’re not included in this sin, Bob. You would have been more than happy to snooze…

Why Doc Randall Rocks, or You Keep Up That Good Work

Mum and Dad returned from the World Equestrian Games, France, and surviving a week of vacation with Joel and me. They came home to what was probably a fairly large stack of mail and were probably tempted to just strong arm the lot of it into the recycling bin. However, just when you think that…

The Oddest of Jobs, or the Education of Mike Whitmore

Not too many people that habituate Bridger Vet remember Mike Whitmore, but we all do. Mike called up in the spring of 2013, looking to see if we might have an open vet-tech position. “Um, no, but I do have an open odd-job position through which you’ll see quite a bit of vet tech work….

Read ‘Em and Weep, or Why Reading Is Going to the Cats

I’m something of a sucker for a good info graphic, anything that visually presents much-needed info in as little real estate as possible. Lately I’ve been seeing some very good–and very shocking–info graphics regarding reading and literacy. Here is an example. Wow. Just….wow. As a woman with an English literature degree, a wall of books…

Morning Light

Mum is a morning person. She gets up with the dogs and walks out to feed and check the water on some of the pasture horses. Lenny here is one of those lucky few, illustrating why the morning light of a long summer day is to be treasured. May we all be so lucky to…

The Promise of a Pink Grooming Kit, or How Girl Power Rules the Day

Sometime last year, a GoldieBlox video featuring three girls who’d had it up to here with princess make-believe and instead went about building their own Rube Goldberg machine took YouTube by storm. Three small girls went about using their everyday toys to build machines to open garage doors, twirl the baby, launch balls, all in…

An Open-Door Philosophy, or Leaving with More than You Bargained

In small towns, people leave the doors unlocked more often than not. It makes it quite handy to duck in and leave things on the kitchen table, but every once in a while you catch someone unaware. Like Nicky’s mum, who was visiting from England. Legend has it that a friend walked in to drop…

Have You Hugged Your Fog Today, or Overnights in Terminal B

So no, I have not hugged a dog (the “fog” was a typo from my original Facebook posting) today, but that is not by choice. I’ve just spent the night here on the floor of terminal B at the Denver airport (okay, that was by choice because I refuse to pay $154 for a crappy…