
Back in 2012, we were just visitors to the ranch we now call home. Now, we get to entertain family visitors at the family farm, all 141 acres of them.

On day 1000-ish, I must have lost count, we became official. We named the ranch, picked a herd prefix, and welcomed a couple calves of our own.
The days are warm and the nights are cool. Perfect conditions for turning the pastureland around us green after a long, brown, cold winter.
Limited internet and severe weather created a perfect storm when the kids saw a weather report for the first time. We left Colorado just two days before the start of the new school year. We had not yet closed on our ranch, so we moved in with Grampa Brown while we waited on the bank.…
Directions. Culverts. Hollers. As far as the crow flies. Turn left where the old oak tree was. I’m lost. Growing up in Denver did me little favor when it comes to knowing my directions. On the Colorado Front Range, the Mountains are West. Once you learn that, it is pretty easy to find your way…