I’m already feeling the irrevocable loss of this place. Mourning, because I’m making peace with the thought that we’ll never come back. We’ve rehomed the horses (all but Chula – I can’t quite part with her yet), the 4-wheelers, and tractor. The place will be swarming with folks at Saturday’s barn sale enthusiastically giving us pennies on the dollar, helping us deconstruct our life here.
Dispatches From Out West 