A baby pony at our little red house.

Early one morning while we were all sleeping in from a hard day of working like crazy remolding our little red house up north there was a knock on our back door. I am sure there were several knocks before I woke up to check and see who was there. I remember stumbling out of…

Back to the Past…to 1929

Traveling down that dirt road that leads to Young Arizona makes me feel like we are in some sort of time machine at times. The cattle roaming through the tall pine trees, the fresh smell of trees and just the fact that everything is so quiet up there. There is such a difference from the…