But, I would always be guided safely home, wherever that was for the night…Lawrence, Kansas City, Wichita, the XIT Headquarters, Santa Fe, or a hotel in a small town in Kansas when doing historical research in the field.Ī Lone Ranger note: I like this song, but I take issue with the one line that pits Tonto and the Lone Ranger as enemies. In my books, my degrees, my work in design or preservation, in my car driving miles, in my art, I could get lost on the ocean. But I could feel something, maybe someone saying follow me…and I will make you fishers of men…įor a lot of my time I had on the High Plains, I had the blessing and curse of taking my pony on my boat. I was probably not as useful as I could have been on the XIT Yacht, but there many people on that boat, and it just seemed so crowded it might sink. I didn’t always know where to look and it seemed like I never found them. And sometimes I need to find a different dock.īut mostly what I enjoy on the High Plains, is sailing and seeing at sea.Ī bit of it was in the pastures where I would fish for lost cattle. Sometimes when I would return to the main dock, I would do something stupid like let go of the main halyard. I do the work on the boat that I know how to do, that I did halfway well with what I’d been given, where I think I’m giving back. I do what I love, just as those do in their jobs on the XIT Yacht. Or having the paleontologists from Kentucky and their European interns down for dinner where I got to parlez with Sophie, the French student. Or by inviting the real Frenchman in Kansas down for dinner and into the schoolroom to parlez with the pupils. Or in other ways like preserving a Depot that used to ship cattle or having folk artists to a one-room school near my house and inviting everyone around to come see, hear the music, and bring their fiddles. Not just sharing of the ranch but of other ranches, through drawings and photographs and writing about ranching in Kansas. I do share in my own way what I can, sometimes having them yacht, but often with others not on board. When I sail on this boat, it is isolated with a skilled crew, but I am somewhat of a stowaway who serves up the chow. And that’s maybe all I will ever really take part in in regard to making money off land in the High Plains to be the crewsman, cook the meals, drive. When I did sail at camp, about all I could do well was to trim the jib. So I understand now that this shadow at right in yesterday’s picture, made from the clear photo corner that was holding another picture, that is me exploring the High Plains by sea. ![]() I, too, am captured in New Mexico by Santa Fe.īy the art and culture and landscape I need to nourish me on the Plains, so as to be refreshed again with its beauty when I return.Īnd I am also an explorer of the High Plains that records with maps, drawings, pictures, people’s stories, history and research. This is where Pike was encamped when he was captured by Spanish authorities and taken to Santa Fe. I do have a few things in common with Zebulon Pike.Īs was his, my father was in the military, or at least in the Marines Corps.Īnd, I beat the trails through Northern New Mexico quite often. Me and my Pony on my boat on the High Plains.
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