Description As I stand on the front porch of my cabin, a soft smell of sage drifts in my face, while I gaze in the distance. Off to the right is a narrow valley, crawling with willow brush so thick you need a machete to walk through it. As I look at the ravine running north and south an echo of water draining into water creeps towards me. Around the hill at the south end is a pond, and at the north end sets a little old calving shed surrounded by aspen trees. Across from me is an enormous football shaped alfalfa field screaming green, and beyond that rests another huge aspen grove. Just off to the left is a mountain coated in evergreens whisping in the breeze. At
Description As I stand on the front porch of my cabin, a soft smell of sage drifts in my face, while I gaze in the distance. Off to the right is a narrow valley, crawling with willow brush so thick you need a machete to walk through it. As I look at the ravine running north and south an echo of water draining into water creeps towards me. Around the hill at the south end is a pond, and at the north end sets a little old calving shed surrounded by aspen trees. Across from me is an enormous football shaped alfalfa field screaming green, and beyond that rests another huge aspen grove. Just off to the left is a mountain coated in evergreens whisping in the breeze. At