180-Is a Trilogy a Precursor for a Trinity?

 What is the relationship of a trilogy to a trinity? The obvious grouping of three is too simple of an explanation. If you examine the trilogy(noun a group of three related novels, plays, films, operas, or albums."J.R.R. Tolkien's epic fantasy trilogy, The Lord of the Rings") you would wonder as a group of writing what the time line is for the origin of the material. If you were to say write a novel at a young age, followed by a later work and then by a significantly later work you could make an argument that would support it as being a trinity in origin. trin·i·ty/ˈtrinədē/, noun, the Christian Godhead as one God in three persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Now it may seem sacrilegious to compare your youth, middle age and wisdom of old age to that of a religious trinity but you can see the truth in the analogy of the learned wisdom. What you would have written in the naivety of youth, and the greater wisdom of old age would be vastly different. Hence the analogy to a religious trinity.

179- Merry Christmas

 Pete, her friend Boney and Al wish you a Merry Christmas!

178-Dharma Talk

(Pete with her Good Friend Dharma)

The Lord is with me and I am with Him. That is His promise in the Bhagavad Gita: “He who perceives Me everywhere and beholds everything in Me never loses sight of Me, nor do I ever lose sight of him.” Paramahansa Yogananda 

You are not alone, isolated or without companionship in your darkest hours. When the night closes in around you and the world, your life, your work, your boss, your existence is in disharmony. Remember that your father is always with you. He may be in the company of a friend or a companion, a co worker, the barista, the attendant. He is always in the ether near you. All you have to do is open your heart and your mind to receive him. It is so easy in a world today, full of Maya to dismiss his presence and essence and to fall into despair. Resist the temptation to be a Western Setting Sun Person. You must ascribe to being an Eastern Rising Sun Warrior. Take back your life and your control! Do not be in the whim and wind of a deluded society out of touch with the true essence of being. To be a Warrior you must summon courage, conviction and fortitude. Where will I find these things you ask? Like Dorothy in the Wizard Of Oz, it is already within you. Your father bestowed your grace upon you as child of this world. When you were young you looked to the Heavens and the Stars and dreamed of the Great Deeds and Heroic Exploits you would perform. Where have your dreams and aspirations gone? Gone with the struggles of Daily Living! Do not be a Person of short vision. One again rise up and cultivate your Greatness. It has never left you. What has left you is your belief in yourself to accomplish the goals you set out to achieve. Meditate, read Great Works of Literature. Find a way to go the extra mile! A Great Quote from My Guru Parmahansa Yogananda, (Be A Smile Millionaire.) Joy is infectious!

Question Of Balance- The Moody Blues

177-For The Middle East Conflict

 Upon the Ocean’s Breezes

 

 Listen!

 The ocean breezes are beckoning across the Isle Ellis.

They are calling extraordinary artisans accustomed to nature listening.

Apres’ her lady’s commissioning to let our collective lights shine

brighter than the torch lit for Liberty,

let our collective voices be raised

for all of Humanity,

crying from the ocean’s depths of Peasantries,

combating the silence of indifference,

armed with swords of insignificance,

to stem the rising tides of American Armageddons.

Turning back the raging seas

of Radical Extremism’s blasphemies

spewing from the cauldrons

tended by the World’s Aristocracies,

beckoning across the sea of mediocrity.

 

 

 

                              From the Belly of the Beast

Once,

I stood strong and tall

atop America’s highest mountain peak.

Turning I faced Mecca toward the East,

to my eyes came this vision of a holocaust

that brought me to my knees.

Touching the very depths of my soul.

I saw the American Armada’s storming the seven seas.

Hear my voice ring, for truth and freedom for the children!

To every nation’s mountain peaks,

 from the depths of the belly of the beast!

176-Exploring The Art Of Collaboration

My collaboration began when I was attending writing classes at Union College in Schenectady, New York in the early 1980’s. To keep living expenses down I rented an apartment in Niskayuna, New York from my musician friend. We would often sit on the porch evenings and he would play music and I would write poetry. (Although I learned to endure the late evening renditions of Peter Gabriel's, Red Rain to all hours. ) It was only natural that we began collaborating together, not only did we collaborate on songs, but we have been fortunate enough to finish a book of short stories and a novel. Our short story The Lure of the Mountain King was awarded an honorable mention in the 57^th Writer’s Digest Contest in the General Fiction Category. We have over the years drifted apart but I have lately dusted off our early collaborations and began submitting the work. Hope you enjoy the completed Ballad. (Check Out My Stories and The Lure Of The Mountain King Novel.)

 

 Gordon Grey Music

Albert Bianchine

 

 

The Ballad Of Tom Dillon

A blinding blizzard beckons me
in to Steamboat Springs.
I arrive on the last greyhound from Vail.
My pockets full of snowflakes
a lonesome geyser’s Steamboat whistle wails
always hiding, never tears to a cowboy’s eye.
Lord don’t let me be forsaken
the Baron’s have already taken
America by rail.

My darling I grow weary
often lost without a home
but you know I’ll keep on searchin
these mountain trails alone.
I wander through green valleys
across the prairies
past the village’s
farms and fields
out beyond the concrete illusions
where the Rocky Mountains pierce
the aqua skies.

I find solace in the seclusion
of another winter’s season
another mountain to ski
as long as he will lay
fresh powder down for me.

While you seek your fortune
or search the world for fame
be careful what you wish for
because when darkness falls upon you
you’ll be wailing out his name.

Ski through barren aspens
see the forests through the pines
sitting on my golden perch
am I crying out in vain?

Sometimes you awake to find
you get what you need
other times you take what you can get
it is from the children 
they take everything.

Now I found that I possess this light
from these mountains that I bring.
My gift is in my words
and for the children
I’ll let them ring.

Go and tell everyone,
silence is a snowflake falling
until they hear me calling
to all the children I will sing.
Never take the last of anything.

These days I’m a city
pretty girl painted
street wizard inside my poems.
My freedom
most men will never know
never having been wary
of wooden box stables
fabled to contain rainbows.
Someday, when their hair turns grey
their youth will have faded away
with the colors that lost their shine.

The all American Gazebo Band

plays behind the new red white and corporate blue
flag that flies against the changing hues.
Another rock opera story
of old glory, and a town without its name.
Somewhere in time, the poet’s rhyme
makes a cosmic connection.
Then the Seer Sayers arrive on Stages
and History endures the ages.

As a simple man who dreams
beyond the Apple Tree Lane
he sees a sunrise within her eyes.
Then the hobo dude
plays Howard Hughes
attempting to fill Dylan’s shoes
to find out why they came.
But in disgrace, he falls from grace
to understand success
is not what they claim.

Listen Children

to a Thorn Bird shrilly singing

this truth you’ve heard
from a poet and his strings.

 

The name of Steamboat Springs is thought to have originated around the early 1800s when French trappers thought they heard the chugging sound of a steamboat’s steam engine. The sound turned out to be a natural mineral spring, to be named the Steamboat Spring.

In 1909, the railroad arrived, which sparked a boom for the commercial industry in Steamboat Springs. Ranching was the primary industry of the valley and the cattle ranchers turned the new railroad depot into one of the largest cattle shipping centers of the West. Consequently, the construction of the railroad silenced the Steamboat Spring’s chugging noise forever.

City of Steamboat Springs Website

 

 

 

Trading Trinkets, Tall Tales, Telling Lies

 

Downtown any town’s Main street

this town, down

passed a shellacked shiny brass handled

carved crescent moon wooden door of

“The Ancient Mariner”

across the street from an old fashioned Bijou

sequenced white bulb Marquee

Flashing, “Fiddler on the Roof.”

 

Butted by a brand new brown concrete, steel, Lake Placid Hilton

descending down two flights

of green canopied wooden stairs.

 

“The Artist’s Café”

lapped white waves of Mirror Lake

reflecting the lights of “The Cottage”

and the excitement of the 1980 Winter Olympics

across from the Lake Placid Club

its walls filled with the owner’s original art

bustling buxom waitresses.

 

Comrade Ivan leaping to his feet

touching my pins from Solitude and Brighton

would I care to trade for his shiny Soviet bears

slapping him on the back saying,

“certainly mine were worth a bit more, perhaps

one, possibly two martini’s.”

 

Telling tales till they became martooni’s

 

The bustling waitress asking,

“Was I, could I be, an Olympic Athlete?”

Me smiling devilishly saying,

“Why, yes,

would she,

care to come to my room.

to view my gold medals from Europe.

 

 

                                             To Winter My Revenge

 

I had once

so long ago it seems

enjoyed the cool aroma

tasted the nectar sweet

of personal destiny achieved

 

These Words!

 

So at last I come to understand

after all these travels

all these achievements

that most men only dream…

 

I’ve been wasting the years

trying to go back

rolling the bitter ugly taste

over and over

my tired palette

 

“Reliving is not Life”

 

I am… To tell this tale

… to pound one nail

… to Winter My Revenge. 

Red Rain, Peter Gabriel

175- Ask Mrs. Peach? Should I Run For The Office Of The Presidency?

  Ask Mrs. Pete Peach?

This is a work of Satirical Nature from the mind of  a Champagne Toy Poodle and does not reflect on any factual nature regarding the named Individuals and should not be construed as such.

Dear Mrs. Peach,

As you may well have noticed the coming Presidential Elections are becoming somewhat of a serious matter. The fate of our nation (I dare say the World!) hang in the balance. These are the ever dangerous times of confusion, disillusion, deceit and trickery. I have steadfastly declared that I have no intentions of running for the office of the President of the United States of America. My time in the White House with Barack is well documented and I have spoken at great length regarding the pitfalls and actual perils of the position and sequestration it entails. There is a growing movement among many in power to persuade me to step forward and toss my hat into the ring. The climate of American Politics is that of derisive antagonistic bickering and backstabbing that has little or nothing to do with Politics. There is a great deal of posturing and chest pounding, decrying their philosophies. What would your sage advice be regarding this matter? 

Yours in Indecision,

Michelle Obama

My Dearest Michelle,

My I first take a moment and Thank You and your Husband Barack Obama for your dedication and service to the American People. 

This is very difficult as the line between personal sacrifice and sacrifice for the betterment of society looms large. You are trained and prepared for the job with your education and former background there is no denying your competency. Especially concerning the major economical and socio-economical challenges we are facing. Dare I mention Eagle Pass and the Border fiasco looming large. I truly believe that you, especially as a woman accustomed to creating solutions rather than excuses could focus your attention on the issue. Razor wire and those large floaty things do not come immediately to mind when I think of your thought processes. A new Ellis Island type Immigration Station, where qualified immigrants could be welcomed and moved to facilities set up for training and qualification orientation. Developing their desire to help America and become a productive member of the working class to insure a future for their family and our nation.

The singularly greatest consideration would be the question of Divine Destiny. Only you, after deep soul searching could decide if you are ready to accept the role your have been Divinely prepared for. Do you step forward at great risk and peril? The American Nation, dare I say, the Entire World is looking for a leader of Great Moral Standing and Fortitude who will stand up against Falsehood, and Blasphemy. You alone are the keeper of your thoughts where your families safety and well being is concerned. The road would not be and easy one. Your calmness and insight is desperately needed and lacking in our Present Leaders and World Geo-Political Systems. May you be Supremely Guided in your most difficult hour.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Pete Peach

P.S. Your wonderful husband would make an incredible First Man. He could sing to me anytime! (I-I am so in love with him!)

174- Uncle Albert's Mountain-The Beginning (Never Is A Long Time))

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 The skier silently slices his way through the deep soft powder, cutting across the top of Arapahoe Basin's summit. He tucks into a ball and rushes headlong down the mountain. Gathering more speed as the steepness increases and prepares him for the transition as he reaches the steep upgrade that leads along the massive headwall and up to the entrance to Lover’s Leap and the Palavachini. Gathering speed he crosses the Pali and begins his decent down the front-side of the mountain. He is deep into the trees and there is deafening silence except for the whooshing of the snow and occasional clacking of his skis. The bright orange Avalanche Danger signs and ropes closing off the trail become visible and he slides to a halt alongside them. Checking back over his shoulder for a patrolman he reaches down, lifts the rope and slips under.

 

Tom Dillion looks down the trail and sees the skier cut the out of bounds markers. He quickly sets his sights down the trail and lets his skis run downhill and gathers momentum as he rushes headlong toward the figure.

“Hey! Hey! That trail is closed! What the hell do you think you’re up to?” Tom slides to a halt, his skis sliding against the pile of snow gathering against the edges. “You shouldn’t have been in there, the patrol closed it for a reason,” Tom’s indignation at the audacity of the errant skier is apparent in his tone.

“I was going down a ways and going to cut across through the trees back to the Pali.”

“That’s no excuse to cut a closed trail. Wait, Wait I recognize you, Joe the mountain owner warned you off the trail yesterday. You’ve got to get out of there before something bad happens. It’s not worth it, trust me, I was in a slide once and you have no control over nature. It will take you and the entire mountainside along with the trees down. You need to get out of there and you need to do it now.”

 

The skier mumbles something unintelligible, slides under the ropes and slowly starts away. Tom turns and heads back down the hill, not looking back. Seeing Tom disappear the skier turns ducks back under the Out of Bounds rope and signs and skied off down the hill. He cut across an open snowfield and turns quickly along the trees of Lover’s Leap. Silently above him a large fracture appeares in the hillside several hundred yards back. An enormous slab breaks free and a wall of snow starts moving toward the unaware figure. Laughing out loud over his stroke of good fortune and newfound powder stash, he slips silently in and out of the Aspen trees as if they were racing gates. Carrying more speed than would be safe in the thickening pines he careens haphazardly back out into the open field. Suddenly he feels a wet stinging on the back of his neck and sees the snow rising up around his legs and thighs. Too late, he realizes he is in a massive avalanche and is overcome by the large wall of snow boulders and slabs. Both of his legs snap and he is tossed dangerously down the grade. The safety avalanche airbag inflates and he rises to the top of the snow as it carries him careening down the slope. It begins to settle and harden like cement around him. He has fallen hundreds of feet and can hardly see the ribbon of macadam that is Route Six as it heads up to A-Basin’s parking lot and up and over the Divide. Slowly agonizingly he claws, scratches and pulls his way along the trail until he is fifty feet from the roadside. Looking down the road he sees a car driving up the hill. He lets out a guttural scream and in desperation raises his arm in an attempt to signal for help. The car drives by unaware of the urgent need of the skier.

173-Once Upon A Time

         

        Once Upon A Time------   I dwelled upon a Mountain in a Land of a Thousand Suns. They were Great Rising Suns and I had a beautiful wife. She was the most beautiful woman in the land of light. Her name was Mom and we would rescue abused horses and heal them and set them free. We taught other people from all over the land to Rescue Horses. They were giants and we would sit in the evenings and watch the suns set, but it was never dark for long because a new sun was always rising. We would listen to the thundering hooves as they ran wild up the mountain. The setting suns lights were so bright that when the horses galloped they would glow fiery orange. It was a land of peace and harmony and there were no evil warlords because all the good nations put a stop to the last bad warlords (Mr. Strump’s) childish tantrum's because like Humpty Dumpty he couldn’t put his nation back together again after its great fall. And that's a good story right!  

PETE In Hunt

Good Story Dad!

Humpty Dumpty-Aztec Two Step

172-Life Works Itself Out

   My original vision for my collection of short stories, novel, and screenplay along with my blogs was to assemble a cross section of Americana using the Ski mountains of North America, National Forests, and American Topics as a background, and make them available to the people of other countries. The collection could then be published in conjunction with the Winter Olympics which are held every four years. The 2026 Winter Olympics are going to be held in Milan-Cortina in Italy. Cortina is the Pearl of the Dolomites befitting for the Mountain Pearl. It is also the climbing and skiing Mecca of the world. There will be 3500 Olympic and Para-olympic athletes from 93 Countries. The Olympic Logo can be obtained through the Olympic Organizing Committee and used to market the book as a promotion it can also be a part of the Olympians swag bags.The book can then be published in a multitude of languages. Since the Olympics are held every four years in seems to me that the work would be able to published in perpetuity. I believe my vision to be solid and commercially marketable.
 
   The 2030 Winter Olympics could possibly be awarded to Salt Lake City , Utah, will see the publication of the history of Arapahoe Basin in Colorado followed by or in conjunction with a screen play of the same topic. It will open up all of America to Publication. (Great Right!) The history of my blog seems to show and is trending in Singapore, Russia, Romania, France, Hong Kong, Turkey, United Kingdom, Canada and the United States. It shows a desire on the part of people in other countries to know more about American Mountains.

The Demand for my stories and blogs have motivated me to move The Lure of the Mountain King and My other blogs to book form quicker. A trilogy has emerged unexpectedly and it must be addressed. If you take into account the self-published poems there are four books. I suppose some of the other work would be considered chap books and would make for passing them out preferable to a volume.The Lure, In Search of the Mountain Pearl and Of Mountains and Men is posted but needs rewriting. I would appreciated input about the writing and how to improve it. Please feel free to follow and post your thoughts as they are very important to me. My goal is to reach the Olympics and to bring my quest for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness to the world through Americana and freedoms that only we as Americans can Know. Help if you can! Look under (My Pages.)

   I am not sure how to accomplish this and am hoping to gain in put or support from others to help promote my work. Until then I hope that you are enjoying this journey as much as I.

Ball Of Confusion- The Temptations

171-Characterization of the Senator

 The Senator: John Blackwell

Age: 52

Physical Attributes: Soft, out of shape, puffy, drinks too much, overbearing, demeaning and abrasive.

Inherited wealth and expects the world to bend to his needs and wants.

The Senator has to be lovable in a sick way. If you cannot Love the Senator than it will be impossible to Hate him. He wants to control the entire Dillon Valley up to the Continental Divide. Although it is National Forest Property he wants to be able to strip mine Loveland Pass and the Arapahoe Basin for Molybdenum. He wants to be able to sell his mined minerals to foreign actors and will use his connections to change the status of the National Forest to mineable land. Needs to be characterized as dastardly.

Maha Mantra, Krishna Das, (Hare Krishna)

170- A Journey Into New Horizons

                                     Begin at the Beginning

Screenplay: No Working Title

Year: 1978

  (Resort Community Threatened By Greedy Developing Senator)

 

                                   Main Character Portrayal

 

Thomas (Tom) Dillion : age twenty-five

 Height about six feet

Ruggedly handsome young man

Drifter, and Loner

Never cements enduring relationships

Possibly afraid of commitment always moving never very stable

He is embittered by early experiences (Had returned from the Vietnam War totally disaffected by it. He withdrew from society by going to live on a farm in western New York State. His activism in anti-American Politics causes him to lose the renewal on his operating loan and he loses the farm)

Embittered and totally disgusted with society in general.

He leaves and makes his way to the highest lift serviced mountain in North America to challenge himself and possibly die in the challenge. He has not lost the will to live or fight, on the contrary, he is a warrior of the highest degree. He wants to be left alone, with no responsibility in life.

Consciously he blames society for the loss of his beloved farm and he wants to challenge nature.

He cannot turn a blind eye to the advancement of the Senator and rape of what he considers to be the American Dream.

Pretty Boy Floyd, The Byrds, Sweet Heart Of The Rodeo

169- How to become your own Avatar of Change

I Ching, The Book Of Changes 

Conforming, the small succeed; it is beneficial to have somewhere to go, and it is beneficial to see great people.

OVERALL JUDGEMENT

Double conformity is used to express reposition of directions. Strength conforms to balance and correctness, so what is willed is carried out in action. The weak all go along with the strong, so this is why the small succeed, profiting from seeing great people.

IMAGE

Following wind represents conformity. Cultured people repeat directions to get things done.

COMPONENTS

1 yin. When going forward and backward, it is helpful to be as steadfast as a soldier.  IMAGE  Going forward and backward means one's purpose is wavering. It is helpful to be as stead fast as a soldier, meaning that one's purpose is settled.

2 yang When conformity is more lowly than normal, it bodes well to use  intermediaries a lot, so there will be no blame. IMAGE  A lot bodes well, that is provided you attain balance. 

3 yang Repetitious conformity is embarrassing. IMAGE The embarrassment of repetitious conformity is frustration.

4 yin When regret disappears, you catch three kinds of game on a hunt. IMAGE Catching three kinds of game on a hunt means something is successfully accomplished.

5 yang It bodes well to be steadfast and true; regret vanishes, and it is advantageous all around. Though there is no beginning, there is a conclusion. It bodes well to be careful before a change and reflective after a change. IMAGE What bodes well for the strong in this position is to be correctly balanced.

6 yang When conformity is more lowly than normal, you lose your resources and tools, so it is unlucky even if you are steadfast. IMAGE  If conformity is more lowly than normal, one is helpless in a position of leadership, the loss of ones's resources and tools is indeed a bad setback.

I CHING-CHANGES

Conformity of and in itself is not the answer. Is it better to conform and make change from within or to stand without and affect change from a distance? One must decide their own path regarding change. In the times that we are presented with, any such normalcy is a thing of the distant path. My intuition tells me that change from within no matter how obscure is far superior to being labeled as (Woke) enlightened or awake and ridiculed. Your platform is then lessened and given no substance of thought or purpose other than dismissal. To be a heretic on the outside is of no purpose to affecting change. Your message will be far more readily received to be of the mass or the whole and to move the mass slowly to your goal. The real issue is the apparent lack of time. Does the heretic affect any movement in thought by direct confrontation? Do you make any movement of pervading thought by suggestion? Are great movements of thought and dynamic change of will and direction wrought without challenging present thought? By labeling opponents and generalizing and dismissing your platform you are selectively being disarmed by your opponent and rendered inconsequential as a movement. The very audacity of banning works of thought and mind and art are of great consequence in the battle of good vs. evil. These practices cannot be allowed to continue. The enlightenment of thought must be protected. It is no longer up to the next great Avatar to awaken humanity. We must all strive to be our own Avatar and bring our own enlightenment to as many as are willing to listen and affect necessary change to awaken a sleeping  humanity. However the change or movement must be rooted in a desire to enhance or strengthen a society and wrought out of love and compassion. Hatred and violence has no place in change. It serves only to lose one's soul. Align your will with Divine Will and Destiny, your own personal Destiny is waiting for you to step forward and claim your Victory!

If You Could Read My Mind, Gordon Lightfoot, Gord's Gold

168- Where To Now Saint Francis?

      The Birthday of Krishna is celebrated according to the Indian Lunar calendar. It falls on the eighth day of the waning moon between mid-August and mid September.

     He who perceives Me everywhere, and beholds everything in Me, never loses sight of Me, nor do I ever lose sight of him.

     That yogi stays forever in Me, who, anchored in divine unity whatever his mode of existence, realizes Me as pervading all beings.

     O Arjuna, the best type of yogi is he who feels for others, whether in grief or pleasure, even as he feels for himself-- Bhagavan Krishna, in the "Bhagavad Gita"

Spiritual Diary- Self Realization Fellowship

     The Conclusion of Self Realization Fellowship, World Convocation in Los Angeles 2023 and the subsequent closing talk and Meditation by Brother Chidananda was inspiring and extremely moving. Do not be lost of this World and it's Maya. There is light and light bringing beings among you. Do not despair over the World situations that you have no control over. Control your Heart, Mind and Your Thoughts. Bring the Positive Light of Divine Love of Gurudev and his Promise of Freedom into your Life. There is a scientific method for achieving Enlightenment and it can be obtained through Kriya Yoga. Life does not have to be uncontrollable and overwhelming find your Peace and Your Tranquility. Do not go another day lost in the confusion that surrounds you in the delusion of everyday life. Be a smile millionaire and controller of your own thoughts and wellness.

The Autobiography Of A Yogi, Paramahansa Yogananda

Night Right For Love, A Bigger Piece Of Sky, Robert Earl Keen

The Lucky Dun Ranch a 1940's Sears Kit Home over a 1890's log cabin on 130 acres.

Snowy (Sonny) A Rescue with Buddy from White Hawk Outfitters

Boobala Raja (Buddy-A great grandson of Poco Bueno) Foreground  Rescue from the Winter Hawk Outfitters were he packed the Big Cats out of the Trips

Sage (His Wife)  Rescue from a breeding operation of miniatures where she was stall bound.

King and Queen

At Rest

Sid and Sam at work at the Pine Creek Cookhouse, Aspen. The Elk Creek Range and Electric Pass.

Sage

 First Day at the Ranch Freedom of the Outdoors. 

Snowy - When he became Cloud to his New Girl and Love of his Life

Peace of Heart

Horse Hair Poetry

I wish for my poems 

to be like horse hairs

that catch into your clothing,

saddle blankets and brushes

that cling and weave

into the fabric of your life.

Bo- The Buckskin Stallion with his Bride Brooks (Photo Cookie-Buckskin Stallion Station)

See My Stories- The Mountain Pearl

Who were the Storm King 14?

 Also-Lesson 86

What WasThe Coal Seam Fire ?

 See- Lesson 84 -Sister's Precious Miracle

Where to now Saint Peter? Slick Little Fox on the Mountain Pearl

Daisy (Our Companion Wife for Jack London-Slick Little Fox's Friend) See Mornings With Jack London and Little Fox on Blog

Sage at rest in the loafing shed

Sid and Sam at Rest

Retired

Emerald and Pearl with Domnic 

Tahoe with Al Bianchine

Being Brushed and Loved for Euthanasia

See Lesson 84

In Defense of My Lady Tahoe's Honor

 Bo The Buckskin Stallion in Pose

Al with Bo

Bo in Pose

Dad with Snowy 

Celebrating their Birthday's

Litlle Man

A Perlino (Albino)

Bo and Brooks Foal

Love The Horses

Bo 

Surprising the Ranch with Omelette's

Write My Fire

Where To Now Saint Francis?