

A Breath Outside the Screen We had been logging more screen time than seems wise. Early yesterday afternoon, Al and I surrendered to restlessness, hopped in the truck, and pointed toward the mountains. We drove in via Tennessee Pass, watching the elevation climb, and soon found ourselves immersed in a…

September ranch life in Yampa Valley starts before the sun, when Al heads out scouting for elk. Watching him go as the sky turned from gray to gold is a picture I never get tired of. He’s been slipping back out again at dusk too, when the light fades and…