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No crowded highway, No asphalt jungle to scorch the day. The game paths they follow wind into the trees, Lead up the mountain To meadows of green, Where their camp will be part of the wilderness scene. |
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Susan Austin Paintings
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No crowded highway, No asphalt jungle to scorch the day. The game paths they follow wind into the trees, Lead up the mountain To meadows of green, Where their camp will be part of the wilderness scene. |
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Now and again he will hear the bugles of the bull elk and the voices of their cows, the raucous cry of the magpie and the bark of a lone coyote. As he travels he will feel a special kind of camaraderie with the wilderness and its denizens; it is one man's journey. |
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It meanders from the Colorado high country on its trek to the Gulf of California. There its existence is barely detectable, if at all, for all along its journey man robs it repeatedly of its substance. |
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May the powers that be protect this land from the flames that threaten it, in this month of July, in this year 2003. |
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In Colorado's South Park there is a little house, abandoned, alone. It sits on a hill, all by itself, holding the tales of some yesteryear. The clouds and the countryside play to its captivating qualities, and no matter who it belonged to it is part of us, of who we are as a people, for it symbolizes that era that came before us. And it is timeless, forever a part of our heritage, its existence absorbed into our blood. |
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And lightning lit its way, Rain fell in torrents to the earth, And the river had its say. It separated man and beast As it raced along its banks. Yet the man could see his horses safe And gave a prayer of thanks. |
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Along Black Canyon Creek near today's Estes Park, Colorado, in the year 1873, a cattle ranch began, a ranch that survived the elements of time to present itself today as a living history of past eras. The last surviving member of the founding family, Muriel MacGregor, managed, despite plaguing debts and failing health, to hold the ranch together until she died in 1970 at age 66. It remains a working ranch today through the efforts of dedicated men and women. |
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their relationship sensitive, born of necessity. One day he will leave her to begin a new and independent life in the forests of tomorrow. |
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American cultures, native and
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They may be cow ponies or players in the rodeo game, pleasure horses or bearers of pack and pannier. No matter their specific roles, they are as much a part of this land as the silvery sage that blankets the earth.
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