It’s 30 degrees and sunny at the ranch today according to Scott who is holding down the home front for me while I visit my parents in Tennessee this Christmas. I hate to mention to him that it’s supposed to be 70 degrees here tomorrow.
Winter for us means shoveling, plowing and hot fires in the wood stove. Scott has been busy with his Assess2Perform work, and I’ve been blogging, working on the website, getting use to snow running and cleaning cabins. I’ve also joined Leadership Steamboat, a group that meets once a month to learn more about the greater Steamboat Springs community and how to become more involved.
“This place is, perhaps, where I will end my days. Or so I think”
Annie Proulx’s Bird Cloud: A Memoir of Place demonstrates a remarkable likeness to the experiences that I’ve lived at our ranch over the last couple of years just a three hour drive south of the setting of her book. In a heavily researched account, the author delves into her ancestry, the construction of her new home and the interactions of wildlife around her location to share more a memoir of person than a memoir of place.
Through an early life of almost constant change and moving, encouraged by her immigrant father’s ‘American Dream’ pursuit for bigger and better jobs, and a desire to seek out her vague family’s history, the author’s own perceived past impacts the design, location, and character of her home under construction in Wyoming. Ironically, just as her narrative ends, she too, like the eagles nesting above her home that adapted to new situations, endured loss, and survived the weather, had to realize her dream of creating her final home would have to be deferred.