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March 1, 2010

Snowshoeing 101

Spring fever hit me early this year but I wasn’t the only one who fell prey to this disease. A robin dared show his beak in my yard the last day of February…when the snow was still up to 3 feet deep in the shelterbelts and fields. I’m sure he was wondering what he was doing in North Dakota along with the rest of us!

It was on this day I gave into winter once again and strapped on my snowshoes. Last year was my first experience at this “feat” of strapping huge clown shoes onto your feet, and a clown miraculously appeared in the form of Dawn, who had no clue as to how to get around on the darn things. Too proud to ask questions and too dumb to research the process on-line, I set out with grim determination on my shoulders. My first trek should have been followed by a film crew as I would have surely won the big prize in American’s Funniest Home Videos.

On this first endeavor I quickly learned a lot of Do’s and Don’ts. The first being: Do use ski poles for balance or wear long gloves. Balance has always been an issue and I quickly found out that wearing snowshoes put my balance to an extreme test. I happily trekked off behind my house through the deep snow until I took one brief misstep. Milliseconds later, I found myself armpit deep on my side floundering in the snow. Arising from my tomb was an entirely new and interesting maneuver but soon I was on my way again shaking snow out of my sleeves.

Stubborn determination and eternal optimism lead me to my next blunder. Don’t try to walk down a steep hill on your first walk or you will soon be “snowshoeskiing” at a rapid rate. Also, don’t forget to wear bib snowpants or as you are sliding on your butt downhill you will find snow in regions meant for much warmer hospitable treatment!

No one was watching this sideshow so I shook out the snowballs and stubbornly continued along my way…leading me to another don’t! Never, ever try to follow a deer trail through a cattail patch. Deer are much narrower in body and foot path than humans with huge boards strapped to their feet and at some point you are going to tangle said snowshoes in cattails and end upside down once again. No one told me the snow and cattails could be so deep right off the path. Nor did anyone tell me that it is nearly impossible to get yourself back upright when your feet are still way up there on the deer path and your body way down there deep in a soft bed of snowy fuzz.

Feeling much like a turtle stuck on its back with my feet the only part of my body still high upon the deer trail, I grabbed at the cattails to pull myself back up. This only produced clouds of fuzz rising high in the air much like the smoke signal I needed to send out for help. The thought of being found in this position in the spring along with the words “I’ve fallen and can’t get up!” sent me into hysterical laughter which was quickly choked off by the cloud of cattail fuzz raining down and entering my nostrils and lungs. After much huffing and hacking and sneezing and grunting, I finally emerged more or less intact (except for my dignity) and sporting a snazzy new coat of white.

Of course, what goes down must come back up and I quickly learned what the term “uphill battle” means along with don’t grab onto branches to pull yourself uphill unless you first check to see if they are alive. Dead branches easily break and are only useful for stabbing the offending snow and hillsides with frustration. Switchbacks quickly became my friend that day!

A sucker for punishment, I have since made many treks out onto the frozen tundra with webbed boards strapped to my feet. I’ve even come to enjoy this fine sport which takes me where no horse can go in the wintertime. Ski poles now balance me and smaller snowshoes better suited for brush and cattails and equipped with crampon-type claws for better traction up and downhill adorn my feet. My camera is now my companion and most of the time, I keep it safe from plunges into the deep snow. I capture flashes of red and gold as pheasants flush and deer as they snort and stomp, then run at my intrusion into their winter wonderland leaving behind gleaming white antlers shed in preparation for the spring to come.

February 13, 2010

Only In Mexico

I was surrounded by a constant babble of voices speaking in a multitude of languages at the same time – a veritable smorgasbord of nations all thrown together to simmer into a spicy stew under the scorching sunshine on the beaches of Cancun. I opened my eyes when I heard a jet passing overhead only to see a frigate bird soaring overhead as if the massive sound of the engines belonged to him. A heated multinational pool volleyball game was in progress, sunburnt players splashed as they volleyed and took frequent tequila breaks.

In Mexico, a variety of scantily clad bodies shed their winter fur in search of the perfect tan…from young, muscular and fit to elderly and obese…and yes, I fit in between there somewhere! Only in Mexico, can an older gentleman past his prime wear a thong and expose his cheeks to the hot sun – my cheeks reddened by the sight. Grey haired women meshed with the young blonde and buxom…. bikinis on the majority regardless of size and shape.

Not all our time was spent on a white sandy beach or poolside. At Chichen Itza, we trod upon the same ground which the ancient Mayan people built their stone pyramids, lived in palaces and held their ceremonies in temples upon massive altars. We were amazed at the enormity and perfection of the structures all built by hand out of native rock. Intricate carvings upon the faces of the buildings told the story of the people who lived so many years before. A cavernous sinkhole filled with mossy green water was purported to be the site of child slave sacrifices in the quest of rain gave us chills in spite of the oppressive heat and humidity. Vendors, all proclaiming their wares were “almost free” or “one dollar only” lined ancient streets where once only royalty were allowed.


The turquoise blue crystal clear waters of Isla Mujeres welcomed us for a day of snorkeling. I quickly lost my fear of breathing underwater as iridescent fish of all sizes, shapes and colors swam in and out of coral reefs below us as we eagerly paddled along on salty warm waters. The tiny island’s sandy beaches and narrow quietly crowded streets beckoned us to stay and explore just a little while longer.


Alas, the endless buffets of languages and plates of food I didn’t have to cook, poolside icy drinks of varied colors and flavors and glorious warm sunshine had to end. Gleaming white sand beaches disappeared as the jet’s wheels lifted and were all too soon replaced by endless but equally brilliant fields of snow. Lingering traces of sand in our luggage along with a splendid but rapidly fading tan still beg us to return for just a little longer stay – on the sunny beaches of Mexico.

January 25, 2010

Love of the Chase

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , , — Dawn @ 9:36 pm

I looked out my window this morning to see a deer running at top speed through the pasture. Thinking the worst – a coyote or dog was on the chase – I looked in the direction the deer had come from only to see, Heaven forbid….Harley in hot pursuit! Luckily the deer leaped over the fence and even luckier, Harley stopped before doing the same, looking a bit perturbed that the game was over already. I shook my head and uttered something on the line of “problem child” and wondered if a horse chasing deer equates to wild game harassment!

My son, Kyle had also viewed the chase and just said, “Mom, you are going to have a lot of fun with him!” That statement sent me on a nightmare journey with visions of flushing deer on our rides and Harley, like a super hyper bird dog, taking up pursuit with me hanging on for the ride. I’m sure Kyle’s thought pattern followed more on the lines of “I wonder if Mom will let me ride him during hunting season? Sure would beat walking and trying to find the deer!”

Harley must have enjoyed the pursuit as he watched intently as any deer neared throughout the day. The deer must not have shared the same warm feelings however, as tonight was one of the first nights they did not come to my yard to feed!

Yes, Harley is definitely a horse who desires amusement and stimulation. Fresh snow or the sight of my camera and a minimal command from me prompts a fast run just to feel the wind in his mane and snow fly under his feet. My poor cat Fester is also fair game when she dares venture into the pasture. I’m wondering what will happen when my geese return in the spring as most generally, geese are not amused at being bothered and chased by pesky animals! Harley may just meet his match there!

Harley loves his treats and will wrap his lips around each tasty morsel along with your fingers and half your hand as he hovers up any stray crumbs, luckily he knows better than to use his teeth. He also has a soft spot for my Dad (who has a matching soft spot for his equine grandson!) and frequently knickers at “Grandpa” – something he has yet to do for me much to my chagrin! Harley chews over his thoughts as I teach him new things, his little jaw and mouth working overtime and his eyes squinting at me with questions as he absorbs a lesson. As long as I’m patient enough to let him figure things out, he will do as I ask…in his own time. And yes, Harley does have his mellow moments. A good hard scratch will cause his eyes to close in pleasure and a warm barn or sunbeam will entice Harley to lounge in the soft straw and take a good long nap.

Harley and I are anxious for spring – a time when weather will allow the lessons to progress at a hopefully daily pace. We’re dreaming of chasing up the deer and rabbits along long hilly trails in pursuit of a new partnership under saddle. I just hope the deer, cat and I survive the ride!

January 5, 2010

Enjoying the Storm

I pulled on my heavy wool socks then my insulated boots, insulated bib coveralls and brown duck jacket, a wool hat and heavy gloves. Feeling like that proverbial sausage stuffed into its casing, I clomped my way out the door to do chores. It was one of those record setting cold mornings where the temperature finally bottomed out at -34.

I had tucked the horses into the barn the night before when the temperatures started plummeting – even the house protested the rapid drop with its timbers making loud cracking noises as it adjusted to the temperature. The snow crunched loudly underfoot as I made my way to the barn. Lessons learned in past winters ensured that I inhaled slowly so my nostrils would not freeze shut and also send me into a coughing fit when the blast of cold air hit my lungs. My eyelashes quickly began to frost up giving me perfect white mascara. After scooping some oats into a bucket, I opened the barn door and was met with a gentle nicker from the geldings – always anxious for his morning feed. Their body heat had warmed the barn to a balmy zero degrees during the night and the boys were mellow and sleepy-eyed with pleasure.

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Air is sparse and feels much like the high mountain zone when you’re pitching hay into the feeder rescued from the previous week’s blizzard which piled the snow five feet deep into the corral. Soon, despite the frigid air, I was sweating underneath my layers. Steam rose from the heated water tank creating perfect frosty strings around its edges, goldfish slowly swimming in its depths. I paused to admire the perfect blue skies and the sunshine attempting to raise the temperatures a few degrees. A flash of blue from the still snow-covered pine branches caught my eye along with the shrill call of a Blue Jay in the still air – begging for their peanut breakfast.

Halters removed, the horses slowly made their way to the open barn door – pausing to take in the cold air outside. They stepped out and drank deeply of the fresh cold water – goldfish nibbling at their lips for stray particles of feed. Raising their heads, they alerted me to a magnificent white-tailed buck making his way to the shelter of the pines.

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Harley was the first to run – his youthful exuberance for life showing in the leaps and bounds he took as he plunged through the belly deep snow. His mottled coat of black and white melded perfectly with the cloud of snow rising from his flying hooves. Soon, the older geldings were enticed into participating in the game of snow tag as they ran and sparred in the frigid air. Clouds of vapor emitted from their flared nostrils as they snorted their pleasure.
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Yes, it would be easier to not have animals to care for in these cold winter months as I rubbed my fingers aching from the cold. But then I observed the geldings showing their uninhibited joy at their freedom to enjoy a sunny day – and found my own pleasure in the frigid days of winter.

December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas – I wish you enough

In this time of shopping for the perfect present, giving and receiving, one sometimes forgets the true meaning of Christmas. My uncle Kermit is in the hospital recovering from open heart surgery right now – a surgery we did not think he would survive. But he is doing so good and already out of ICU – we are all celebrating his recovery and realizing that it is the simple little things and the large and small miracles that make Christmas so special. With this – I wish you all a Merry Christmas and want to share with you a writing by Bob Perks ( http://www.bobperks.com/wish.htm ) which has been making the rounds on email for a few years. I can’t improve on his words – he speaks what I am feeling right now. Too often – we don’t express our feelings until it is too late. To all my friends – I wish you enough! Merry Christmas and a Very Happiest of New Years!

I wish you enough!”©
By Bob Perks

I never really thought that I’d spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports.

I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to “hello” and “goodbye.”I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories for you.

I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.

Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.

On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even said goodbye.”

She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long will you…Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye.

But I learn from goodbye moments, too.

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, “I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.”

They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?”

“Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.

So I knew what this man experiencing.

“Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?” I asked.

“I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral,” he said.

“When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”

He began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.”When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he
were reciting it from memory.

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much
bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”

He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends, I wish you enough!

A Little Thing

A Little Thing


A milk weed pod – yes, its just a weed. But within its hands it cups a special and fragile gift, meant to last just a short time….Just as God gave the gift of his son to us on this special Christmas Eve so many years ago.

December 1, 2009

Weathering the Storms

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all! It’s amazing how fast the past year has gone. It was a year filled with many ups and downs for family and friends, but crisis and hardships were offset by extremely spectacular moments meant to be remembered and cherished for years to come.

I’ve made many good friends this year through the “new fangled” way of meeting and greeting people – Facebook and Twitter. One such friend met through Facebook but never in person is Mark Madsen, who just posted a very reflective statement, “Did you ever watch horses in a bad snow storm?? They turn their butt to the wind and snow and let it blow. When the storm is over they just shake off the snow and go back to eating grass. Hmm, sometimes you need to just shake it off and go on with living.” This is excellent advice for all of us from someone who has been through his share of storms. Mark has worked hard at shaking off that snow through the one avenue which works so well – by using the healing power of horses.

Storms can come in so many varieties – from a gentle cleansing rainstorm to an all-out raging blizzard, tornado or hurricane – but they never last forever. Farmers and ranchers have to deal daily with weather delays and worries – especially this past year with record cold, wet and now a delayed harvest. As of Dec. 1 as I’m writing this column, our corn is still standing in the field while we wait for the moisture levels to lower. This in itself creates a storm of itself of worry and stress – unharvested crop does not pay the bills. Do we let the storm creep under our hides or do we just turn our backs to it and wait for it to pass so we can shake off the worry and prepare for a new year?

Harley and I had a storm the other day…which sure surprised the heck out of me! But his training has been hit and miss between the weather and farm work so I probably had it coming. We quickly went from an eager walk to an “oh crap – what’s this all about” as we bounced our way towards my new rail fence. Not liking the thought of a fence post landing, I opted for the “Let Go and Let God” strategy and met with Mother Earth. This was followed with a Come to Jesus Meeting as we settled our differences first from the ground and once again upon his back. The day ended on a better note although we both were still a little hot under the collar. Time management issues with Thanksgiving and work once again prevailed to the point of Harley being ignored basically for a week until yesterday when I once again spent some time with my little gelding. By then, the storm had passed and we both shook the snow off of our backs as we enjoyed each other’s company.

Life throws a snowball at you on occasion – do you throw it back with a vengeance or do you turn tail to the wind and wait until the storm passes so you can shake that snow off your back and go on living? Fighting the storms normally makes matters worse but sometimes waiting the storm out can be hard for those of us lacking patience. One of my favorite quotes by an unknown author gives you another option, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass – It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” Find the Joy, Live the Joy, Be the Joy! And as always, look Into the Sunset for a brand new day.

MyBoys

April 9, 2009

Texas Travels

Filed under: All My Posts,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , — Dawn @ 3:51 pm

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Awakened too early by the cat, I stumbled out to make coffee and then sat down to read my email. I was soon distracted as I watched the deer, scrawny from a harsh winter feed in my back yard, the rising sun highlighting their shaggy shedding bodies. Clouds of steam glow amber as they exhale a stiff snort in the direction of the equally shaggy shedding horses picking their way out to pasture along the icy hillside trail.

The winter had been long and hard with record cold, record snowfall and now record flooding. I took a brief and welcome respite from the nasty weather with a good friend, Kerry, as we traveled to Alpine, Texas. After a four-hour delay in Dallas which took 3 different planes due to “mechanical issues” us Northern gals were finally able to unclench our toes as we walked across the non-icy ground and enjoyed taking full strides instead of the mincing shortened steps required when you don’t want to land on your derriere.

Our ranching friends, Joel and Sylvia Nelson, “put us to work” gathering their Corrientes, sorting bulls, vaccinating calves and checking stock tanks. Neither of us considered this to be work since it was all performed horseback, but we did try to hide our glee just in case our hosts decided they were “working” us too hard and determined it was time for a day off. Evenings were spent with a glass of fine wine and cowboy poetry by Mr. Joel Nelson who frequently performs at Cowboy Gatherings throughout the country.

The Alpine area is full of prickly cactus and I think every single bush along with any other vegetative matter possessed a multitude of nasty thorns with a sincere intent to reach out and grab you as you passed. I quickly found out my chinks should have been just a bit longer when a barbed barbarian of a bush reached out and punctured my shin. Surefooted Indigo, my assigned mount, continually had a wary eye out for the nasty sticker bushes which made a straight path impossible during our rides.

Rested, relaxed and rejuvenated, it was all too soon time to return home and once again we were welcomed by the Dallas airport several hours late due to severe thunderstorms….late enough to have missed our flight back to Minneapolis! After an exhilarating run through the terminal, catching our breath on the tram as we rode from one building to another, we found that the Northwest employees heard we were coming and ditched their positions as soon as our plane hit the runway without us. Another exhilarating stroll and ride on the tram took us back to the American Airlines terminal, where we finally found someone who gave us the news we’d be spending the night in Dallas. American kindly booked us a room at a nearby motel (at a distressed passenger rate…how could he tell?) and sent us to the passenger pickup area to await our shuttle bus.

We bonded with other passengers equally stranded and waited…and waited….and waited. We started cheering each other on with standing ovations when their appointed ride arrived. Finally after the third promise via cell phone by my motel that the bus would be there in “10 minutes” the shuttle arrived a half hour later for a total wait time of 1.5 hours! (Not that I was counting!)

We found our way home the next morning after a delayed pickup by the same shuttle bus (luckily we planned ahead and allowed extra time!) and a delayed takeoff due to more mechanical issues! Now why in earth we worried about getting home was the next question as we arrived to snow, icy roads and record flooding. Soon more snow fell, a foot of the wet heavy version guaranteed to stress even a healthy heart when shoveling. The broad expanse of cold white crystals covering the fields and roads was just about enough to make me long to go for a trek around the Dallas Airport again!

January 1, 2009

Surviving Winter

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , — Dawn @ 12:22 am

In light of the past two weeks of blizzards, frigid temps and severe windchill, I have been asked “How do you handle it? How do you keep at your daily chores, take care of the horses and survive the winter?” As I sit here, thawing out my face while cooling off my body from struggling to feed hay in the 20 + mph winds, I wonder the same thing! Only the hardy will survive this winter from the looks of it….will I make the ranks of that highly esteemed group? Only time will tell!

The other day, in under 5 minutes, I was getting an “ice cream headache” from the cold wind blowing through my wool hat so I made a second trip into the house during chores and dug out my mad bomber hat made so famous by the movie “Fargo”. As gorky looking as they are, the bomber hats work much better at keeping my brains and cheeks from freezing. And no, I do not wear them when the snow is melting – something I noticed in that movie. When snow is melting in ND, we dig out our short sleeves and sit on the back deck and drink some coffee! The horses had spent the night in the barn, heated by their body heat until I opened the door. They looked at me contently and then screamed, “SHUT THE DOOR!” when the cold blast hit them. I complied and warmed my numb fingers under a thick mane. The rich scent of horse mingled with grass hay lulled me back to the days when the sun was warm and the grass was green. I longed for a good hard ride upon the prairie; so impossible with deep snow and frigid temperatures, and pacified myself with the obvious pleasure of the horses when I found just the right spot to scratch.

Record snowfalls for the month of December were set in frigid high snowbanks after a foot of snow fell Dec. 30th. I woke up at 5 am that morning and looked outside. The world had turned into a giant white puff of sparking cotton candy. The shovel and I were close companions that day when I had to shovel myself out of our back door. Slogging through mid shin deep snow to do chores gave me aerobic exercise #2 followed by #3 when I shoveled out the front door.

Late afternoon came that day with the threat of -25 temperatures that night so the horses were led into the barn, all cooperative save my old Al, who stood out on the hillside in the pasture. Finally, I grabbed a halter and bucket of feed and started to make my way through the knee deep snow. Now walking through knee deep snow is like walking through quicksand. With each step, I sunk to my knee and then had to pull my other leg high enough through the snow to take another step. By the time I reached Old Al, my breathing was labored and I pondered sitting down and taking a break. He munched on his feed as I leaned upon his shoulder and waited until my wheezing subsided. He stuck his nose readily into the halter and followed me as I broke a path back to the barn. Old horses are smart and know the party does not go on without them. They also know that Mom worries and will come and give them special attention if they stand out on the hill before the storm comes! Needless to say, this was aerobic workout #4 for the day and I really needed a shower and a nap when I got back in the house!

More snow is now predicted for tomorrow and again in a few days. I feel this winter will be a record breaking one and will be worthy of many bragging rights. How do we survive? A sense of humor and well stocked fridge and pantry help some. My sense of humor occasionally evades me until a determined sunbeam pokes through the clouds and warms my face. The glittering snow sparkles like a vast frozen lake upon the prairie. The setting sun upon the western sky painted hues of pink, blue and violet shadows upon the undulating drifts. Will I survive the harsh winter? In true “Fargo” movie terms…”Yayoubetcha!!” Us hardy North Dakotans love those bragging rights!

Dawn and her "boys" enjoying the sun and snow.

Dawn and her

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