It’s hard to be inside on a day like this. The wind has picked up, and there is a fresh breeze that streams in rivers down off the rocky heights. Big cumulus clouds roll like tumbleweed across a canvas of deep azure. A tiny tinge of green can be seen out in the pastures that …
Gaming Grassfed
Thomas, the nicely coiffed young man behind the meat counter smiled amicably as he asked, “What can I help you with?” His near-spotless white apron portrayed clean, as did the well organized and shiny surfaces of the newly minted meat department behind him. I could trust him, I …
On Earning Trust
“It’s locked,” said Tim as he shook the big padlock that joined the scrap of rugged log chain around the gatepost. A confusing, yet high functioning conglomeration of barbed and woven wire vaunted up the steep and rocky hill from the steel gate. On the downhill side, the same …
On being a Chef – for Cows
Aboard my buckskin mare, I broke the crest of the high ridge and surveyed the scene below from the promontory. The herd of 250 head were scattered like pepper across the broad plateau below, under the capable hands of Melanie and Linnaea. I jumped off, tied my mare’s mecate and …
Counterfeit in the Country
As I step into our fulfillment warehouse, near Salmon, Idaho, I turn to check out the early morning light that bathes rugged peaks of the Continental Divide. A rosaceous predawn light outlines the snow-encrusted silhouettes of the Rocky Mountain uplift before me. I never get used …