my valley

This is my valley. It's where I run and think. It's where the kids play. It's where we climb and mountain bike and explore and watch the seasons change. I love watching the birds swoop along the cliff walls. I am at peace here. This is where I live. It's my valley. But guess what?

It's your valley, too.

More than anything, that's what I love about the West. The breathtaking beauty is communal property. It belongs to all of us. Public land. What a concept!

Isn't your valley lovely?

Come play with us.

Possibly my all time favorite picture. A pinky promise caught on camera. 'I'll swim under our bridge if you will, .... pinky promise?'

Heading home.

Boogying to the beat of a different drummer. It's his valley, too. Apparently, it's speaking to him.