Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
As I listen to
the wind in the trees, I look at my son across the camper. Our eyes meet and we
both smile. The cool breeze filtering through the open windows reminds us of a
place far from Texas.As we reminisce about
Wyoming, we remember the old times.
We talk about
the snowy mornings and his grandfather’s meals during hunting trips. My son cherishes
the star-studded nights after extinguishing the campfire and his flying trips
up and down the roads on the four-wheeler. As for me, I treasure the times
taking pictures in the high mountain meadows filled with spring flowers and
fishing the cold streams and fresh water lakes.
I asked him, “If
you could go back and camp anywhere in Wyoming, where would you go?”
The Big Horn
Mountain range is an old range but a beautiful one. It is located in
north-central Wyoming from the Great Basin to Montana. The Cloud Peak Wilderness Area, the Medicine
Wheel, and the Cloud Peak Skyway are all a small part of this beautiful area.
From Lovell to
Burgess Junction, a slice of Native American history can be experienced via the
Medicine Wheel Passage. The southern expanse can be experienced through the
breathtaking Cloud Peak Skyway and connects the small town of Tensleep to
Buffalo. The northern route can be crossed by the Bighorn Scenic Byway. This
mountainous road is very scenic and links Greybull to Sheridan.
The Bighorns are
crisscrossed with trails and roads. A paradise to behold for the biker,
fisherman, hunter, and horseman alike.No wonder my son wants to go back there of all places. So do I!
I sit back in my
chair and listen as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. I can smell my
dad’s bacon cooking on the grill if I try hard enough. If I close my eyes,
those stars are twinkling. I think I even can hear the sound of a four-wheeler’s
whine down the road. The smell of spring flowers and sound of jumping fish…
how sweet the sound.
1:3 “I thank my God every time I remember you.”
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…