Loading the wagons and heading west

Pioneers tend to uproot every few years. It must be in our blood. Levi and I pulled up stakes and left Crawford to wander up into an even less-inhabited country north of Steamboat Springs. This valley is true west-- millions of acres of public land, and one huge dude ranch of 200,000 acres. We find ourselves amidst plains of sage, tumbling tumbleweeds, and vast stands of aspen among the world's finest elk territory. It feels like Yellowstone.