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Daily Archives: July 29, 2011
Moo If You Love Mozart-Part I
There’s a two-lane blacktop that runs by our ranch headquarters, a throwback to what I imagine Route 66 might have been like fifty years ago. For most of the day it’s empty except for an occasional cattle, hay or logging truck roaring past on its heavily-laden way to the auction barns and lumber mills of the Front Range of Colorado. The big rigs are passed by sprightly Subarus sporting the requisite mohawk of a bicycle or two sticking up from their roof. A caravan of RVs may lumber along, towing boats or other vehicles behind, interrupted now and then by the burping chop of a Harley Davidson club.
This highway might seem unique, but it’s not. There’s another even emptier one about 13 miles west of us. Like two long arms passionately hugging the rambling sagebrush hills in between, the two highways meet and cross over in our county’s main, and only, town: Walden. They form two sides of a snaking, skinny triangle, the base of which is a sparsely used dirt road that just happens to start right across from our hay shed.
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