|Bird and Gabe trailing to P Creek|
|Crossing onto Rye Bench - Mid February|
It seems the storms are just rolling in one after another. One night when our water line froze (again), I found myself alone in the dark, up the draw. It had snowed all afternoon and evening and snow was still falling steadily. In the still night air, I could hear the flakes whispering past and rustling where they brushed against my hat and coat. Heavy clouds blotted out the full moon and filled the canyon with thick grey light. As I waited for Mike to bring the tools, I thought of the wolves now ranging the canyon, what it might be like to look up and see one threading the slope across from me. It made me think of the Yukon and the wolves that lingered nearby in the night, their fluid shapes in the trees, their eyes watching us watching them from inside our cabin.
|Another snow storm.|
|Yay, we can finally see the ridge top!|
|Love the new Valentine's Day Stove!|
When warm days melt the snow between storms, we welcome the signs of spring, green annuals, swelling tree buds, birds returning. Mike and I drove up Horse Creek to check on the cows and I admired the remains of the Honeymoon Cabin, where Sam and Laura Loftus once lived.
|Honeymoon cabin up Horse Creek|
|Two cabins, dog trot in the middle|
From Sara at Magpie Ranch, home of Bunchgrass Beef