Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Wyoming Sunrise

A perk of the job. Seeing some awesome sunrises. Need to start taking my better Canon instead of just the point and shoot.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Cowboy Romance

When a cowboy removes his hay hooks from the passenger side floor of his truck before picking up his date, he is in a serious courting frame of mind.

Saturday, September 16, 2017


We buried my oldest cousin yesterday who passed after a ten month fight with cancer. After a traditional church service and VFW/American Legion 21 gun salute in Craig, CO, his cremains were interred at a private family cemetery West of Maybell, CO located on a 1913 homestead that is still in the hands of family members.

Lee was a gunner’s mate on destroyers in his younger days.

A portion of the road in.

The entrance.

His cremains were placed in his boots and those and his hat were interred.

The church was packed while the gathering at the cemetery was mainly relatives.

One of his daughters insuring his favorite M&Ms went with him.

In our clan, we dig the graves and fill them.

R.I.P Lee. Ride those wild horses cowboy.

There is nothing formal about the graves area. People just pick a spot.

My father’s grave.

 What appears to be a rope in the upper left corner handing from the tree is bark caused by a deer scraping velvet from his antlers. From the location, he probably stood on the grave. My father would be pleased. Seems the badger has stopped trying to den in the grave as noted from our last visit. A cousin’s husband added some more rock to the site.

I rode over with my sister. We have started getting rain, helping to put out wildfires, and the early dawn light show was amazing.

At 8,000' ASL the leaves are starting to turn.

As always, life goes on. The youngest person at the church was a great grandchild, age two months.

Thursday, September 14, 2017


"I don't care if you go naked, take all the clothes you possible can".

                            Era (Erie) Burtis
                           Wyoming Rancher

Heading my late grandfather's advice, and knowing winter is coming, checked and repacked my daily possibles sack. A roller bag/backpack, it goes into whatever vehicle I'm driving.

Two winters ago I was in Cheyenne during a blizzard and decided to return home. Ignoring the barricades closing Interstate 25, started South. Ran off the road. The Prius I was driving won't let you turn off the traction control so I spent the next six hours in the ditch. No problem as I was prepared.

Had I been able to disable the traction control, I would have jacked up the car, put the floor mats under the driving tires, and backed out of the ditch. Might have taken a few tries but I only had about eight feet to go to get back on pavement.

That whole kit was under $200 including the thrift store sourced backpack.  

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Food For Thought - An Email From a Friend

I used to think I was just a regular guy, but...
·   *    I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist;
·     *    I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today's standards, makes me a fascist;
·     *    I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobic;
·     *    I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business;
·     *    I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel;
·     *    I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby;
·     *    I am older than 70, which makes me a useless old man;
·     *    I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary;
·     *    I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe;
·     *    I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist;
·     *    I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual's merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist;
·     *    I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant;
·     *    And recently, a woman called me and my friends a “basket of deplorables.”
    Please help me come to terms with the new me... because I'm just not sure who I am anymore!
    I would like to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, new found changes in my life and my thinking.  I just can't imagine or understand what's happened to me so quickly.
    Funny... it's all just taken place over the last 7 or 8 years.
    And, as if all this crap wasn't enough to deal with, I'm now afraid to go into either restroom...

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Bitching and Moaning

President Trump does an end around the Republican ‘leadership’ in Congress and cuts a deal with the Democrats. Oh, the bitching and moaning!  Bet many of the K Street lobbyists are ready to stroke out. All that money invested and their boys can’t deliver. It is so bad even the Washington Post is commiserating with the RINOs.

What a great time for the corrupt, lying, filthy, smug, egotistical, weird, deviant mainstream media (h/t LL).  They can now appear bipartisan.

President Trump was elected in spite of the Jeb! RINOs. He answers to the people who elected him. Bitching Mitch and pissing Paul find out the place they have ass kissed and compromised to achieve can be bypassed and neutralized. Onward with draining the swamp!

Posting will be light in the days ahead. The Big C is currently running amok in my extended family and I have funerals to attend. 

I have/had fourteen aunts and uncles plus fifty six or so first cousins. Of the ones no longer here, most were taken by cancer.

The collective ethic from both sides of my inheritance is to get up every morning and start putting one foot in front of the other. 

Seems to be the way we all handle adversity. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Swetville Zoo

Forget politics and social turmoil for awhile and view fifty or so photos of Bill Swet's whimsical creations.

His creation honoring Air Force and Naval aviators.
And more. The River is the Cache La Poudre.

How many parts can you identify?

And more.

The Diavel made him do it.

A few more.

My oldest son. Sure glad I didn't listen to the "expert" when he was two. They advised putting him in an institution and "forgetting him".

 And finally, one for Coffypot. Nothing lectin free on their menu.

More information here.


Some of these pieces must be offensive and racist. Surprised the place hasn't been picketed and demands made to remove the art work.