Red Feather Revisited

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true

~ Brandi Carlile

Morning light, hummingbird buzz, Raven call, rabbit rustle & coffee with honey.

 

A vintage 1951 Royal Spartanette trailer I call the Silver Moonbeam. She's looking real good.

Boulders crags & slabs surround her.

There was never a formal street sign before. I'm not sure I like it. I used to say I lived in the mountains at the end of a dirt road. Now, I live on a road with a name.

I am Yellow Wolf.

Kind and quiet rabbits are among all the wildlife that wander through our land.

A singing (begging) chipmunk.

New aspen trees are shooting up everywhere! So are the wildflowers and Dogwood.

I laughed so hard when Chad found some "long-distance-dog-sticks" to roast mango-jalapeño brats over the fire with.

'Floatin' like the heavens above, it looks like muskrat love.'

Red Feather is moose country.

And in case you were wondering, I did not see "Peaches" the black bear. But, I did see some paw prints right after the rain.