“Dry” was the word we used at the start of the growing season. The plants barely grew, their normally vibrant colors signaling spring and early summer strangely muted. The land I know so...

                          “What did you say about dirt?” my 12-year old daughter asked.               ...

My favorite thing to do in the evening is walk through the 300 head of steers grazing a mile from my house.  They're a wily, rambunctious bunch who kept our ranch manager, Sam, on his...

The devastation of the fires that continue to burn up and down the west coast is hard to imagine. We watched from afar, feeling helpless while people like us moved livestock and...