Posted by: highmountainmuse | August 16, 2009

Tired… but home

Forrest leading us home from ditch camp.

Forrest leading us home from ditch camp.

A return from ditch camp. Riding home in the long shadows of the end of the day.  Tired bodies.  Tired horses.  Calm in the saddle as we ride the two hours over the Divide, out from camp, in silence.

With us, we bring the collar and hame, the gear the big draft horse wears as he pulls the dirt, the stumps, the trees.  His working uniform.  Our dirt work for the year is completed.  28 days of work at the ditch so far this year.  How many tons of dirt and rock have we managed to move in one season, with nothing but man and horse power? What remains is trail work and tree work, then packing out camp.

This week's project:  Before

This week's project: Before

This week's project: After

This week's project: After

Riding in earlier in the week, hunkered in the saddle for warmth, I wanted to cry.  Nothing was wrong, nothing physical or emotional.  I was just tired, as tired as I remember being as a little girl trying to hard to keep up with the bigger brothers and sister.  That feeling of being so tired you just want to do nothing for just a little while. Perhaps to have the comfort of sitting in my mothers arms, being held small and safe and protected, and allowed to do… nothing…  Nothing.  Doesn’t that sound good?  When it starts to sound good, you know you are tired.  I was tired.  I am tired.  But we get a second wind.  A third, and a forth.  And we keep on, keep on.

And in doing so, we still manage to open our eyes and absorb the world around us.  And not a day passes without our gratitude of the beauty in which we are able to be working, and the family by my side, working together…

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  1. Trailwork and breaking down camp will seem like a piece of cake. And maybe you will even finish before the snow starts.

  2. I was getting to worry about you .You and all your family 2 and four legged need a good rest .
    After a task all you did i would be on my way home draped over the saddle .I look forward to your stories .Im going to retire in two weeks . I have a lot of work to do but i can stop and rest . You never know if you see a old 78 Buick with a little white dog we might come to get away and get our life in line .Your mountain is the perfect place .To hike to think and maybe get help from higer up . your moutain getts you a lot closer .
    Get a lot of rest and ill be looking forward to your stories
    YOU FRIEND DON

  3. DON, I HOPE YOU AND YOUR PUP AND YOUR 78 BUICK WILL COME DRIVING UP THE ROAD SOON! COME BEFORE THE SNOW FLIES. THERE WILL BE A WARM QUIET CABIN FOR YOU TO STAY IN, HAVE A FEW DAYS TO THINK, REFLECT AND JUST BE.
    GIN

  4. Gin,

    So glad you guys made it back safe and sound. Looks like you all accomplished a lot ovar the past few months (man and horse & Alan), and now you should have a few days to savor those aching muscles and tired brains! Sometimes the reflecting back on something done very well, makes the memories much fonder after a time. I remember raising kids was a little like that.

    Your photos are great and also encouraging.

    Al

  5. Such strength and beauty…thank you for sharing.


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