Monthly Archives: Aug 2014

IMG_3005IMG_3032Outdoor shower.

IMG_3006This tree is under serious duress. Maybe pine beetle?


IMG_3010Oh, oil drum, how many shows have I playeth thee?

IMG_3017Stairs left over from two winters ago, descending into the mine shaft. Masonry wire, we’ve found, is the most effective temporary tread grip for snow and ice.

IMG_1368Old outhouse.

IMG_2831Hero’s journey.

IMG_3071The horses had their hooves trimmed and cleaned. He shucks the gunk out of the base and trims off the excess hoof, then files it to a nice clean line. It’s a horse pedicure. You need a strong core and physique to do farrier work. One farrier I know has bone spurs in his back. The first time I even heard of bone spurs, I was snowboarding and living in my van in the Rockies. I was hanging out in the lift shack with a ski patroller, who was groaning about the bone spurs in his heels from cliff jumping. He said at the end of the season he’d have surgery to grind them down, till then he just sucked it up cause the snow was too good.

IMG_2984Jason before his appointment. You can kind of see his hooves are a bit long and jagged.

IMG_2985IMG_2241Luka was the first dog to see what the tack shed snack bar had on offer.

IMG_2987IMG_3077Jack, Sunny & Tinkerbell.IMG_3078 Sunny and Jack came from a auction in Southern Alberta. They were on the block as biters and kickers, which meant they were being sold cheap for horse meat. The Teamster, who went to the auction on behalf of the farm to pick up a different set of Clydesdale’s, couldn’t let this pair of 8 year old’s go to slaughter. He bought Sunny and Jack as well, and told the theatre, “If I can retrain them, you can have them, if not, they’ll stay with me.” It took a few months, a volunteer team of dedicated and experienced horse trainers but they came around and are now a sweet team, who pulled audiences in the winter sleigh show last year. Tinkerbell, is more than happy to follow these handsome, dappled gents around.

IMG_3073IMG_3074IMG_3084Another show in for a work shop, right on the heels of closing night.

IMG_3083Act 2, as we left it, Sunday night. Standing ovation, friends, family, the rest of the company watching in the shadows of the vom. I’m going to miss this show. Next stop: Halloween!!


IMG_3049This is the morning after the thunder storm that redefined what I understood the skies capable of; blasts so loud the bed shook, a spoon in a glass rattled, every lightening flash showed Luka, ears erect laying like a sphinx, I’m surprised she didn’t crawl into bed with me. We took a hike up Rose Swanson mountain.


IMG_3055This marks the boarder of the Shuswap/Okanagan, where sage brush and ponderosa pines meet a micro climate rainforest. It’s a short but very steep drive from the farm. The dense cedar canopy and elevation stay much cooler in the summer. I was almost cold walking through the woods. The trails wrap all over the mountain, jutting views of gridded farm plots below.

IMG_3053A well established stump sprout!


IMG_3022Luka and I wandered down to Coyote Rock in the back 40. We cross the field and followed a deer trail up a dense moss laden hillside to Booty Cove – as named by Maryke when she rebuilt it in 2005. That summer for Cabin Crawl, she dressed like a pirate, installed a sail, a skull and cross bones flag and served some sort of filthy grog, electric blue jello shooters in a deep baking dish that had so much alcohol, it never set. I remember people just scooping it out by hand and eating it. There were a lot of bad pukes that night.IMG_3024Tibeau really gussied it up this summer. He’s left it as a nice, midday reading lounge. He slept here for a few weeks with just a sleeping bag and a tarp overhead. It juts out over a cliff and feels like the most remote camp spot on the farm. IMG_3026