Wilsall

I travel everyday to the Giant Sky Ranch. Through space and time to work. Mostly carpentry, plus some cow chasing and dirt digging.
Bozeman's new found insanity feels a world away.

Horses, of courses.

Prayer flags hang on the yurts' roof. In the distance Sacajewea looms ever present.

P watches over the horses. Or is it the other way around?

For the last 10 kilometers of the commute, the road turns to dirt.

Somedays,we get a lot done, other days not so much.

Even in his absence, he's still The Man. Nick Woods

Lucky horses get carrots.

You cannot live anywhere without a water source.