Where did you grow up?

I grew up on a 100 year-old ranch in the mountains of rural central Wyoming. The mountains are beautiful and each of the seasons are pretty in their own way.

Spring has the the snow thawing and the rising of the creeks. The spring rains bring flowers such as sunflowers, wild iris, buttercups, Indian paintbrush.

The summer has more flowers of the same flowers and green grass. In August the grass turns brown. It is the sagebrush that is noticed then. The sagebrush is silver-gray and it looks like a grey stormy sea. That is one of my favorite things to see.

Fall brings hunting season and the yellow leaves of the quaking aspen. Sometimes you have to be quick to see the leaves change, beacause can have an early frost and the leaves will be brown. Drive safely on the road because there will be hunters driving as they are trying to find elk, deer and antelope.

Winter brings the wind. I never really liked the wind, but some days are better than others. The wind blows much more in the winter. This winter the wind must have blown continuously at 50 mph for one entire day. It causes the dust and snow to come in the windows and the shingles to blow off the buildings. Some of the shingles have been for decades and some have not been there very long, so it is interesting to see how the older buildings have been built much better. I do like the snow in the winter. It can get pretty deep and it is fun to ski, sled and snowmobile.

I really enjoyed growing up in the mountains of Wyoming and I make sure I take my children there every chance I can.

Where does a hermit live?

Hermit

Surrounded by pines
High in Horse Canyon
Is a hermit’s log cabin.
The chinking is falling
From cracks between the logs.
There are holes in the roof.
It has one room
With a stove, bed, sink,
Couch, table, and chairs.
It may seem like nothing,
To him it means his life.
He doesn’t mind
The poorness of it,
Wind through the pine tops
And howl of the wolf.
The creek and mountains
Give him what he needs.
Sitting on the bank of smooth Sno-Shoe Creek
He catches trout and suckers.
He hunts in the mountains
For bear, elk, and deer.
It’s the solitary life he leads
And beauty of the wilderness that he loves.

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