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When I walk out our front door in the morning, our border collie “Claay” races on ahead. She clears the path in front of me (I'm not entirely sure of what) and alerts the rest of the world that I am on the way (in case they need to know). Once she has succeeded in whipping the…
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When it rains, the western face of our traprock ridge collects all the rain drops as they seep through the talus slope and run under the rocky debris…
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After my dad passed away, two of his friends clearly felt an obligation to keep an eye on me and my various endeavors. “Uncle” John had been an engineer…
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Every morning we break up the ice in the animal’s water troughs, and if we’re lucky, it’s a pretty easy task. If enough animals share the same trough…
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When we were kids, we were fortunate enough to be able to cut our own Christmas trees, and of all our holiday traditions, getting the tree was…
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Years ago, we built two stone cairns on our ridge that mark where the sun sets on the summer solstice to the north, and the winter solstice to the…
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If it were up to me, the first snow of the winter would be a national holiday. I’d be quite content to spend the whole day just wandering. A fresh…
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This time of year, we catch the sunrise while doing morning chores and the sunset during afternoon chores. It’s a bit like having a pair of bucolic…
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