An old friend of mine sent me an email that she was checking the blog, waiting for her Bighorn fix since she knew we’d been camping last week. Ironically, I had this great big panoramic of the mountain range that gets absolutely no justice being sized down on the internet. I was going to send it to her, just to give her a hard time. See, she now lives down on some warm, sunny beach, but she used to be a mountain girl. I used to be green with envy that she lived in the mountains. Now that she’s down on the Gulf, I think I’m still a little green. 🙂 Still, after being back for just a few days, I already miss it. There’s not much that compares to hearing a bull elk at suppertime, or having a cup of coffee over the fire with my dad, talking about how someday we’re gonna take the horses over that frosty, snow covered pass.
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