Uncle Carl came from Denmark in the late 1800’s with my great grandparents and settled in Eastern Montana in time to experience a winter to write home about. Finally the winter melded into Spring that first year and “green grass” began to poke itself out of what was left of the snow banks. A lasting impression “green grass” and over the years it was a daily ritual to go visit Uncle Carl in the Spring, after a cup of his cowboy coffee he would eventually look up, smile and proudly let me know he had made it again to “green grass”. As time goes by in Arizona it is obvious “green grass” won’t work so this cowboy has found a replacement.
Cave Creek is a beautiful little stream, spring fed that goes into hibernation in the summer and hot fall, and meanders peacefully from above 7 Springs, winds around Skull Mesa and takes its last breath across from our ranch. The Arizona desert does not allow a lot of water but it does flow, goes into the ground and suddenly surfaces, quenching the thirst of the trees, shrubs and the many birds and animals. As the weather cools, and the thirsty ground soaks the life giving water, I take great pleasure in watching the progress of the creek in bringing back life, I think of Uncle Carl and his “green grass” and now have my own “green grass”. Thank you Uncle Carl.
On our nice rides of 2, 3, 4, 5 hours and even to 7 Springs, you can now get a chance to see my “green grass”. Might even get a chuckle out of Katlin our reservation girl just ask for the “green grass” ride and tell her how long.
Till next time ‘Man who talks to much’.