Reflections at the end of an era

I’m almost certainly going to shed some tears while writing this, but I also know I’ll feel better after, so here goes. My son Dylan is nearly 20 and just started his second year at the university. Daniel will be 18 soon, and is in his first year of college. They’re...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Water, water nowhere…

Back in college I used to do a lot of backpacking with one of my friends. One time he and I were headed out to backpack in the Chiricahua Mountains and as we were pulling our packs out of the car I noticed that he had a milk jug full of water in the back seat. When I...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Fun with tractors

Time for the tale of how I earned a scar worthy of a champion. In the early days, our lone piece of “heavy” equipment on the ranch was on old Ford tractor. I’m guessing that it was of a 1940s vintage, but without going to the trouble of emailing my sister for...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Gymkhanas, part 1

Shortly after I bought Cortez, Mom started taking Kim and me to compete in gymkhanas. And now I’m guessing that you’re wondering what in the heck a gymkhana is. Well, it’s like a rodeo for kids. However, instead of roping or bull riding or any of that dangerous stuff,...

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