Finding Myself in Horse Country
Heading up into the hills… my first real hunt By Randal B. Thatcher After four years of living in this lovely, high-mountain valley of ours, and having had so many horizon-broadening “country” experiences during that time, I wasn’t sure how many of these experiential “firsts” were still left for me to assimilate. But…
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come Randal B. Thatcher Columnist 1-19-2017 A New Year has dawned, and with it, a fresh new beginning, filled with optimism and hopeful expectation. Or, as Tennyson put it: “Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be…