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Announcing a change of address for this blog! High Mountain Musing is changing it’s web site address from: highmountainmuse.wordpress.com to: highmountainmuse.com. A bit confusing in th...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/change-of-address/
The coyotes and crows now feed on you But you died long ago Years before when she took you away Stole your point and your purpose Replaced your intention and drive With incompetent care and negle...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/10/21/farewell-to-a-fine-horse/
The snow lets up enough to give hope for the promise of sunshine and mud just as I step into the saddle. I roll up my waxed down jacket, tie it onto the back of my saddle. I know I will need it...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/10/08/a-ride-in-the-snow/
Snow settled on the deck outside the sliding door beside our table as we finished dinner last night. The first of the season. We removed our socks by the fire and walked outside on the shocki...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/22/first-snow/
I stop on the trail for a brief moment, sit silent on my horse and listen. His head turns to the south. I follow the direction of his alerted ears and see the elk crossing a clearing on the slo...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/the-voice-of-the-mountains/
On the morning I left for my first solitary pack trip, my son told me he thought I was brave. I was glad for this. A part of most everything I do is for him. I suppose this is what we do as...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/on-bravery/
Short and sweet. Challenging enough to be an adventure. Far enough away to see some spectacular country. Long enough to be missed. Hard enough to tire my body (though no, still nothing like a day...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/12/a-little-bit-about-the-trip/
Today a tin cup sky hangs heavy over the mountain, leaden and weighty and every shade of grey, pouring forth its burden of rain and hail. In the high country, I imagine this would be snow. Bu...
The digging and dragging and ditch work are complete for the season, but work itself of course continues. That’s what keeps us all going, in one way or another, a point and a purpose to each ...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/a-days-work/
Home again… It’s a fine, crisp and chilly Sunday morning. Last I looked, the thermometer read 26 degrees, though with the first light of day and stirring air, I imagine it has dropped a cou...
https://highmountainmuse.wordpress.com/2009/08/09/homeward-bound/