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What is the degree of independence? This scene played out at my birdbath, and it was a break of sorts from feeding and fears of the Cooper’s hawk lurking from just beyond the laurels. Or at least that’s how it appeared, playing out in my mind as a serene act. So I began wondering about thoughts, and the breaks in between. Meditation of sorts. Focusing on that space in between thoughts. It’s fleeting like most things in life, but it’s a start towards awareness before the Cooper’s hawk of uncertainty becomes a certainty. Or perhaps I’m just thinking aloud.
Here Is Day Number 43…
Where did you sleep last night.
Okay, setting apart the whole dramatic and expressive state, this pic always reminds me of Nirvana’s “Where did you sleep last night.” From MTVs Unplugged album. Who would of thought?
Once again, we went too far. It happens every time. Either it’s some cracked and parched section of asphalt, or worn washboard. It never fails, a simple drive turns into a mini road trip.
This trip took us to the wild town of Ashwood, then over to Donnybrook. It’s some of the most remote back country I’ve seen, and I’ve seen lots of it.
The area was once known as Axehandle, during the pioneer days. It was later known as Donnybrook, this during the ranch era.
Then we met Daisy Thornton, she made photo #344. This was her story…
“That’s where I went. From grade through high school. It was just a single room school, that’s all it ever really was.”
How long ago was that?
“Well, I’m 89 years old. I grew up right over that hill over there. I’ve lived here my whole life. My house over the hill, where my daughter lives, it’s over a hundred years old.”
Is this considered Donnybrook? Or Ashwood?
“This was the Donnybrook vicinity. That was back before Jefferson county even existed. This was all Crook county, you know, and this was where my grandfather homesteaded and farmed.”
Is this the only school in the area?
“Third. This was the third school built. The others, well, they’re gone. One caught on fire, and the other once stood out behind this one here. My grandfather donated one acre of land, well, because we needed a new school! So, he donated an acre and they built the school here.”
That is really cool. What about the wagon?
“Oh dear. That was my grandfathers. He would use that for hauling in firewood, lumber, and hay. My husband would tag along, but that was during another time. You had wagons then.”
It’s beautiful out here. Very far from any surrounding towns.
“Oh yes. I had a wolf out front here. He was picking on antelope. They said they’d never be over here. Well, I know one thing, that was no coyote! And then the wild boars. They are thick. And such a pain!”
You live out here all alone?
“Yep. My husband, he’s gone. My daughter lives up over the hill. My other daughter lives down the road, with her husband, and one of my kids just bought that section of land outside of Ashwood, where that homestead stands with them poplars.”
We were there earlier. We happened to get photos. Pretty cool.
“Oh yes. Everybody wanted that section of land. Well, this is my home. My garden stays green, because I’m blessed with water.”