I grew up spending summers with my dad on a horse ranch in Central Oregon. This high desert country lies just east of the Cascade Mountains where the ponderosa pines begin to mix with juniper and sagebrush. Deer are so bountiful here, our small herd of horses seemed to double each evening when the deer joined them for a drink in the pond.

 

As a child, I would saddle up and ride for miles each day, exploring the trail from our ranch down to Squaw Creek Canyon. These untamed adventures taught me to pay attention to the details of the landscape so I could find my way back. Of course, I was always told to rest assured that horses always know their way home.

 

Years of city living has lead me to a deeper longing of these freedoms than ever before. The daydreams that bring me the most ease are those of the cross county road trips and long distance trail rides, mountain views, and creekside campfires. More than ever before our human race craves a rekindling of our wildness and a reconnection to the splendor of nature. I hope to offer you these joys through storytelling - an age old cowfolk tradition, best enjoyed after a hard day's work.