I find it ironic that I can sell someone’s home so quickly and easily for them. I don’t mean physically, I mean, the emotional move. I suppose they have gone through much of the process before they make the decision to call me. But there is a place that I think I will always have an emotional connection to….this place speaks to me…I can read it, the seasons tell me how its feeling, how the animals are feeling. Are you scared yet? I love the stories it has to tell. It holds the history of my family and so many others. My folks are still there and I love “going home” whenever I get a chance.

My Dad tells the story about how he found it. They were renting a place up the road and the horses got out and ran all the way down to “this place”.

Dad told the guy that he would like to be first on the list if he ever decided to sell…Well sure enough the guy decided to sell…
But never called Dad….he put it on the market and some how some way Mom and Dad ended up with this magical place.

I have actually had nightmares about selling the place…which my folks could do…if they wanted…its their place right? But, then why does it feel like its mine? Cause I have walked it, ridden it and rolled all over it for my entire life. My parents have been there for over 40 years. Thats a little bit of time in my book…

The barn has been there, I think 40 years since they got there…so that must mean it is about 80 years old or so….the place was originally a dairy….it hasn’t been a dairy since, but it has been many things. A ranch that raised, quarter horses, exotic cattle, a few buffalo, race horses, home to a PRCA Rodeo, and now feeds and shelters some pretty Black Angus cattle.


I could go on and on…but I won’t, today….but I will again, I promise. MMMOOOOO…