It wasn’t the average dog and pony show Saturday at the Moffat County Fairgrounds. The Moffat County Draft Horse Show displayed the bond between humans and their hooved companions, with contestants from across the state, as well as from Utah and Wyoming. Organizer Mardi Anson provided announcing and commentary for the event, which featured more than one dozen demonstrations of handler-horse showmanship for all ages.
Every now and then a feller has a weekend that is hard to forget. I had one years ago on a beautiful ranch in southern California.
This week we have been moving cattle from Pipi’s Pasture to summer pasture, and along the way we pass the Morapos School. As we pass by the school building, I think about those school days of long ago. As I wrote in last week’s column, I have a hard time remembering all of the teachers and the kids that went to school there by years. However, I do remember some things about our school days.
Early this morning, when I was walking to the corral here at Pipi’s Pasture to do chores, I noticed the smell of the sagebrush that grows in a nearby field. I don’t usually notice the scent at all, but perhaps this morning was different because of all of the rain. Anyway, that smell triggered memories of the days when my siblings and I went to the Morapos School all those years ago.
An effort to protect the greater sage grou¬¬¬se across 11 Western states took a step forward Thursday with the release of 14 Final Environmental Impact Statements from the Bureau of Land Management and U.S. Forest Service.
Business news from across Craig and Moffat County.
We’re so thankful for all of the moisture. The rain has greened up the pastures, and a little water is even seeping into the summer pasture ponds. It’s wet—that’s for sure.
It’s been an even busier-than-usual week here at Pipi’s Pasture. The second of my twin first-calf heifers, the smaller of the two, had her baby. I have been checking her at nights for awhile now, but this week she looked close to calving so I had to be even more watchful. Hats off to ranchers who have to calve out hundreds of first-calf heifers! Having to get up at all hours during the night really drains the energy from one’s body!
Sheep, sunshine and green pastures created a warm welcome for 40 members of the Colorado State University Extension Agency who gathered in Craig this week for their Western Slope Regional Meeting.
Last week’s column was a recollection of what it was like to be a country school teacher. In the column I wrote that my sisters and I attended the Morapos School through the eighth grade and then attended high school in Craig. I goofed. Our sister Darlene attended seven grades at Morapos and then went to eighth-grade at the Craig high school. When I talked to her a few days ago, Darlene explained that having country school kids attend eighth-grade in Craig was a sort of “trend” in those days. It was intended as a sort of transition before starting high school.
Since hearing about the Country School Reunion that is being planned for this summer, I’ve been thinking a lot about the country schools, especially the Morapos School which can still be seen on our family ranch property.
Suddenly it’s April! It always amazes me how different one year can be from another and yet how similar they are. This April is a little different compared to others because spring weather arrived in March. I can remember Aprils past when we had lots of wind and snow, resulting in deep drifts that had to be shoveled out before I could do chores at the corral, and the lane had to be cleared before we could go anywhere. That might still happen—we just have to wait and see.
When I think about this year’s upcoming Easter holiday, I can’t help but marvel at how quickly the years have passed. Our sons grew up a while ago, and now our grandchildren have grown up, too. So, I doubt that we will have an Easter egg hunt at Pipi’s Pasture this year, but there have been lots of them out here in years past and oh, what memories we have!
January 1980 is a month I’ll never forget. It all started out about January the 7th. The previous spring I had a big hand in selecting the bulls we were gonna use on Albert and Louie’s heifers.
Rita Herold described the early 1920s when lettuce and spinach were big cash crops in South Routt, and local lettuce was served in Manhattan's Waldorf Astoria Hotel.