Warner Valley.

Moving cows.

Old ranch house.

Corral & fences.

Lots of tins were used to cover knot holes in siding. This tobacco tin was opened but never nailed up.

Pictograph from further up the valley.

Grove by Hart Lake.

The grove as the sun begins to set.

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A great deal of time was spent in the company of animals, talking to yourself.
Which was fine. You would slow down and get used to the pace.
"First week," he'd say, "I always hate it, wondering what's happening somewhere. Second week I don't care so much. After that I can't imagine anyplace else, and I don't ever want to turn back toward town. If it wasn't for winter, you could stay out there forever."

William Kittredge, Owning It All, p.28