The unusually wettish spring has meant that even the high plains desert is insanely green and lush. I trimmed back the overgrown herbs, pulled some weeds, and finally re-installed by creepy doll guardians. (They are apparently not creepy enough to serve as scarecrows regarding some of the domesticated wildlife around these parts.)
It’s that short wilderness camping season here in the Rockies–I’ll post as I can, but this afternoon we’re loading up the wagon and heading on down to Durango for a little ride on the Durango to Silverton narrow-gauge railway and a little hike up to Chicago Basin. Maybe I’ll finally get to Mesa Verde, which apparently was the inspiration for “Blue Mesa” described in Willa Cather’s The Professor’s House, which I finished reading just last night upon the recommendation of our old pal Roxie of Roxie’s World. Dead dogs have suprisingly good book recommendations, friends!
Don’t worry about the ranch–we’re leaving behind a few ranch hands to take care of the four-legs types. (The creepy dolls can shift for themselves.)
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