Shaved my head. Might as well embrace the hairline. But the beard's not going ANYWHERE.
Remember that time I met Corb? You should've been there. And we should've all been there for this picture.
The inspiration for the newest writing. Jeez, I love horses.
He's a good boy, that Brumpie.
This is Louie, the Welsh Corgi that followed me around, looking for a scratch behind the ears (seriously, I think 'Welsh Corgi' may have surpassed 'chocolate lab' in the Breed Of Dog I Want us to raise. I'm open for discussion.)
Louie again. It's like he's...king.
It's like this landscape is daring me to leave. Because it knows I can't.
This is, uh, some other horse. But he looks like Clint's from High Plains Drifter, so he got his picture taken.
Aaaaaaaaaand there's the eye socket. Cancer 1, Brumpie 2 (he kept his one eye and got to ride with me, and I won't rest until he meets you, so there you have it).
See above caption. Same holds.
Is there a more romantic horse than one with only a single eye?
The Eastern Slope Ranch sign. This is the marker at the gates of Heaven, for whatever it's worth.
Honestly? I think you'd have liked this place.
And boy oh boy, the stories I have to tell you when you're ready to hear.