My grand dad was a ranger for the forest service in the late 1800s in eastern Oregon. That is dry sagebrush area. Every penny he made he put towards land. He ended up with a ranch so large that even as an adult there is no way I would have gone off anywhere by myself as I would have gotten hopelessly lost; and possibly for a number of hours before anybody could find me! Read the rest of this entry »
{February 16, 2009} Art Imitates My Life
