P.S. If you see me walking into the movie theatre with my Horsely Messenger Bag, I can neither confirm nor deny that I may or may not have contraband snacks in my super awesome bag.
The day certainly didn’t disappoint with sunny skies and seasonally warm temps. Ranchers came from far and near, by land and by plane to view, inspect and purchase these fine Red Angus Bulls.
It continues to be a winter wonderland here in the mountains of North Idaho. Yes, another week, another snow storm. Mountain Man and I were just having a conversation today about appreciating all the seasons this area has to offer. Although summer here is fabulous and the beauty of the area is (in my humble opinion) unmatched by any other part of the country, it lasts only a short three months. My personal goal is to appreciate every season for what it is; the unique beauty and list of activities it has to offer. Winter brings with it this desire to hibernate. I am a really good hibernator. Give me a good book, photos to edit or a blog to write and I can hunker down next to the fire for days.
Western Pleasure Guest Ranch is truly a family owned and operated ranch. The owners, Roley and Janice, will likely cook and serve you breakfast each morning. Their children will saddle your horse and guide you through the valleys and vistas of the ranch that was their childhood playground. Their grandchildren will play with your children when you stay at the ranch, teaching them where the best hiding spots are for a game of Sardines, and sharing their favorite horse with your child. There is no corporate safety net, trust fund, or bottomless pocket. What you see here on the ranch is us sharing our home and our love of the western lifestyle with you.
Family ties hold us together; connecting us across time to those who came before us. Connecting us to those whose decisions about life have affected the direction of our own life. Their dedication to hopes, dreams, and goals in life leave a legacy to us who follow. The idea of being who you are because of the choices someone else made years before you were born may seem stifling to some, but not for me. I will be forever grateful for the pioneer spirit of my great great great grandparents who first settled in the place I now call home.
I can relate to Charlie Brown’s little sister, Sally, when she declares, after trying in vain to apply multiple layers of winter clothes, “I wasn’t made for winter!” Know that while capturing the following photos, I either looked like the Micheline Man, or I was acquiring frostbite.
Not every adventure is hundreds of miles from home, across the ocean, at the top of a mountain or the bottom of a valley. Sometimes a great adventure is right outside your front door.
No adventure is really an authentic experience when it is perfect. Memories are made in the imperfections of life.
Adventure, explore, experience. These are the buzz words swirling around the tourism marketing industry. People want to experience and explore something that is new to them yet represents an authentic adventure and no group craves this more than the Millennial Generation.
It seems winter may have begun to move in here in the northern panhandle of Idaho. It is a beautiful day from where I sit here at my kitchen table, warm and cozy. My view of the foothills of the Cabinet Mountain Range and the valley full of the ranch pasture land is missing one thing today: the horses. Our herd of 50+ horses just made their last run up the county road from the field to the barn for the winter. They are all tucked away in their winter housing close to the barns and an abundant supply of hay.