Golden Carmel Colors Of Fall…

Golden Carmel Colors Of Fall…Fall Softly On The Land…


As the early dawn light slowly creeps through my window,


Waking me with a soft amber glow…


God is painting the day for me:) Incredibly beautiful!


The surreal light lasts throughout my day…as do the colors of fall.


With the days being shorter…time passes blink fast!


Night moves begins…full of swoopy clouds with golden colors fading into blues, pinks, oranges…and a beautiful sunset!


And as the world turns…


The sun yawns and goes to bed…


And as we follow the sun…we too yawn and decide Mr. Sun has a good idea:)


With that said…HRCG along with Wild Bill, Ellie and Tucker in the background are over and out!

Have a blessed weekend wherever you are!

Remembering My Dad…

Remembering my Dad!


I’m a bit late in posting this, as I was nursing WB last September with his recovery from surgery a few days before the article below was in our local paper…read the 50 Years Ago in the Days Gone By below.


50 years ago may seem like a long time ago but, vivid memories rush back to me of Round Up and my Dad!

Dad's 50th

Dad was the President of the Round Up when he turned 50 on September 17, 1964 during the second day of the rodeo…and he was pleasantly surprised with a birthday cake in the picture above.


He loved Round Up week as it was the one week a year he took for his vacation from the cattle ranch…


Dad was inducted into the Hall Of Fame in 1990…he was known by the cowboys as the “Cowboy President”…


Dad lived with a fused knee or stiff leg from a football injury during his senior year of high school…they didn’t have penicillin back then. Instead he was in a body/leg cast for a year in a hospital in Portland, OR. Without penicillin, they operated on his leg several times that year to literally scrape the infection off his leg bone.


He lived his entire life with sepsis knowing it could flare up unexpectedly anytime. Mom gave him penicillin shots to stop the infection…but often he ended up in the hospital, where he fought it like a pro football player that was MAD! Dad wanted to live his life fully with Mom and I, he fought hard for that!


Dad on my mare Lottie in 1986, he was Grand Marshall of the Westward Ho parade. I spent the summer riding Lottie every night out into the hills around the ranch with the serape you see on Lottie’s hind end. We ran and loped with that serape flapping on her flanks for months…didn’t want any spooks on parade day!

Mom and Dad Cook Shack Juniper T

Dad never ever complained to me about his life…I never realized he was handicapped with his leg until I was in my 30’s…he did everything in life…riding for cows in mountainous country…roping calves, swinging down off his horse and moving as fast as he could in local rodeos…he was my hero…Mom was my second hero!

Dad and I Herding Cattle

I grew up riding behind Dad in the mountains…I can still see his right elbow on his hip riding along with me behind him…


He was focused on the cows but he always kept an eye on me to be sure I was safe. In time I was trusted with going off and gathering on my own. But Dad knew where and what and how long it should take me. Our summer cattle range was 25,000 mountainous acres.


Dad, in his element…on his mare Gypsy in the Pendleton Round Up arena.


And me in my element with the life I grew up in and still love today!


Dad was the real deal…I thought of him as John Wayne, he did things with honor and with truth…he worked hard in his life, not allowing his leg to get in the way…he taught me to be tough, by never giving up!


Family honor and family respect…being honest, no lies was the only way to live life in Dad’s book…and forever seeking the best for others and not yourself.


When Dad stepped into heaven on October 9, 1997…I saddled up in “Dad’s” saddle a few days later…

And rode out into Dad’s homeland…


I am thankful for all that my Dad taught me…


With life and wisdom…

 I miss you forever and love you for always Dad…and I will always be your cowgirl daughter:)


Let ‘er Buck Pendleton!

In The Golden Light Of Life…I Fall Forward Into Fall!

In the golden light of life,


I fall forward into fall!


Each year I go through a time of transition between the glorious long days of summer…


Into the golden surreal days of autumn.


Memories wash over me…as time passes on…


We do what we ought of instead of doing what we want…


Time passes by and people pass on at the drop of a tear…


And as a warm fall breeze washes over me, it stirs,


My heart with sentimental memories…tears flow easily as I ponder the whys, whats and woulds…


Quietly my wind chimes call me back to the present…


As I fall forward into the season of fall…with a heart full of both grief and gratitude.


Wishing You A Beautiful Fall, Full Of Autumn Colors Wherever You May Be!

Hot Time Summer In The City…

Hot time summer in the city…back of my neck, getting dirty and gritty…


Hot time summer in the country…back of my neck, getting dirty, gritty and sweaty!


Come on, Come on, dance all night, despite the heat it will be alright…right?


Last spring, our county was declared a drought disaster due to the dry winters with little snow pack in the mountains…the lack of fall and spring rains…and the hot temperatures we have had. In other words we have been in a drought situation for the last three years…this year the lack of moisture has become critical.


Several Oregon rivers have been closed to fishing by the Fish and Game, due to the heat and high water temps…the Columbia River waters are a record breaking 71 degrees…causing salmon and large 5′ to 8′ sturgeon to die…threatening our native fish.


We hit a 100 to 110 degrees most of June and July with almost daily fire weather watches due to low humidity, high temps with dry winds and heavy dry fuel that would ignite quickly between the wheat fields and the dry weeds…its a world I have not seen here in my lifetime. We have had dry times and crop failures before but this summer is different…worldwide I might add.


My cousin and I were driving wheat truck one summer…waiting on combines by sight and sound (back in the days before CB radios or cell phones) we were half asleep, reading our books, when all of a sudden we heard our uncle yell and jump off the combine! Smoke was billowing out from under it…my uncle got the fire out under the machine but the fire took off quickly and in a split second we were learning to fight fire. Luckily we got it out before we lost our field!


Tonight as I write it is 74 degrees on my outside thermometer…our humidity is currently 18% with wind speeds of 18 mph with 31 mph gusts…at 10:00pm.


Melody’s pasture looks green as we water it with the big irrigation guns to keep her cooler, plus she has a great shade tree in her paddock area that helps too.


And no she does not get to go out on the lush green stuff as she would bloat and get too fat…as you see she is NOT impressed!


100 degree weather is normal each summer but this year it feels much hotter due to the dry soil lacking any moisture down deep…instead it feels like hot hot desert heat!


For reasons unknown to me, our county road department decided it was time to resurface our roads two weeks ago…with a chip seal effect leaving loose rock…the above picture looks like a gravel road but that is our paved road in front of the house covered in gravel….


Several farmers were heavy into wheat harvest in Juniper Canyon, with semi wheat trucks hauling wheat directly from the harvested fields to the grain terminal on the Columbia River, about 80 miles round trip.


We had 10 to 20 double trailer semis per hour driving by our house…throwing loose gravel with major dust for that gravel road effect:)


And we had a photo shoot schedule here for “Oregon 1859.” Not sure when our article will come out but here is the link…


Last Friday morning, I was scrambling trying to figure out how we could do the shoot with the dust and gravel…emails were zipping and zapping back and forth with the photographer and the editor! Saturday evening we decided to go for it and give it a try Sunday evening:)


God smiled giving us a quiet no traffic day…no semis trucks and only one car during the shoot…it was awesome!


Mom used to always say “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade”…so we made lemonade, the shoot went off perfectly…we had silly fun and made new friends with a bq dinner in the middle of it!


Wherever you may be in your life…dusty roads or hot hot temps or lush jungles with beautiful waterfalls or rocky craggy peaks that are steep and tough to climb. Always keep a going with smiles and laugh out loud moments that tickle your funny bone, while making lemonade…the memories will carry you through the ups and downs we all experience at times in life.


HRCG, Wild Bill, Ellie and of course Melody wish you all a cool night or a moderate day where ever you may be…


Holy Cowz!


Hot N Crazy Daze Have Descended Upon Juniper Canyon!


Along with dust storms without wind. Its eyrie when the dust begins to rise without the wind!


Creepy unusual clouds above my head…


Almost makes you feel like you are in the Outer Limits or the Twilight Zone!


Kaaaa-Boom the thunder and lightning began. I was over feeding Melody and saw the strike hit…


The first fire of the season was born with winds blowing in our direction…we live about 10 miles from here if we drive the road but across country it is only 5-6 miles with lots of wheat fields in between.


Our neighbors and community jumped into action and thankfully no one was hurt, no homes were lost and the fire was out! Sadly they lost several hundred acres of wheat.


Scary times here as we have been declared a drought county…


Last night it was 73 degrees at 11:30…that is hot for us this time of year…


We have hit above 100 degrees most of the month of June…with a week straight of 110 plus degrees!


Stay tuned with Ellie and I on the dusty trail of life:)


Tonight as I close we are under another fire weather warning…

Fire Weather Warning
Statement as of 1:55 PM PDT on July 09, 2015
... Red flag warning remains in effect this evening
for thunderstorms producing abundant lightning and gusty outflow
winds for Oregon fire weather zone 641... 

* affected area... fire weather zone or 641... lower Columbia Basin 
  of Oregon. 

* Timing... most of the lightning activity will occur between 3 PM
  and 8 PM.

* Lightning activity... 3... possibly 4.

* Precipitation... some storms will bring heavy rain with 
  amounts up to one half of an inch possible. 

* Impacts... any fires that develop will have the potential to 
  spread rapidly.

Precautionary/preparedness actions... 

A red flag warning means that critical fire weather conditions
are either occurring now... or will shortly. A combination of
strong winds... low relative humidity... and warm temperatures can
contribute to extreme fire behavior.


I came across this a long time ago and it hits the nail on the head for people who blame their problems and mistakes on their family or on their parents or on the man in the moon. They blame every problem they have on someone else, unfortunately until they quit telling lies and using manipulations, until they admit their wrongs and look only to themselves, they are a lost cause. I know people that are very good at lying, really good and they roll along sucking people into their lies. They believe their lies so much they create a false truth and will defend their lies at any cost to you or anyone else.  I agree with this poster…Hallelujah and Amen!

I Pledge Allegiance To The United States Of America!

Today, as we declare our loyalty and commitment to the United States of America, lets join our hearts together with The Pledge Of Allegiance….


I Pledge Allegiance To


To The Flag


Of The United States Of America And…


To The Republic For Which It Stands


One Nation, Under God




With Liberty And Justice For All…


God Bless The United States Of America…


Wild Bill and Hot Rod Cowgirl…with Ellie Belle and All Our Critters Wish You A Peaceful  Sunday!

Remembering Our Loved Ones….

As the golden river of life gently flows on…


Family history is a living breathing life that is passed on one generation to another…often filled with colorful memories and traditions of family heritage.

America The Beautiful!

Memorial Weekend is a time of gratitude for those who fought to protect our freedom and to protect our American life.


It’s a time of reflection…a time to honor those who went before us, who made our life better with hard work and sacrifice.


The last few years I began sorting boxes and memories of almost a hundred years stored in our home…each box took me back, like a historical time machine.


When I was 34, Mom gave me a big box of letters written by her parents when they were courting in the late 1890’s. Writing was the only way they had to stay in touch and that is what they did. Their letters and love notes are full of young love, sweet tender words that speak to your heart…priceless. I hope to put them into a book someday, as they tell of a time in America we could not imagine…and they share a sweet story of love.


Our house was built by my Norwegian Grandfather for his mother, my Great Grandmother Anne Marie, who was still living in Norway. The house is what I call a typical craftsman farm house built in 1920 and a mansion then,  as it has about 3800′.


I have always loved living here…the old house to me is a peaceful sanctuary…it speaks deeply to my heart of family honor and love. I have been asked many times what is it like to live in the house you grew up in?

Marcy and Prince 19573

For one thing, after WB and I were married and living here, I knew exactly where to put things:) I can predict the weather and tell you what the sky means…I know the neighbors by their exhaust…and I cherish every memory that I carry from growing up here with my parents…and moving here with my husband WB…and we are yet making “our” memories:)


When we pulled the carpet up off the old wood floors, there was worn stenciling on the floors…the foot paths were very evident and I could see and feel where my ancestors walked!


 I spent a few weeks on my hind end scooting along the floors, pulling the carpet nails out before we refinished it, with a box of kleenex and lots of tears. It was profound to know that your family, walked right there!


This is home to me…a small place on this vast earth where I walk in the footprints of those who went before me…this is home.


I give thanks to God for my family and especially my Great Grandmother, my Grandparents and my parents…my family and my heritage.


May you be blessed with good memories and good stuff this Memorial Day!


HRCG is over and out with Ellie and WB!

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