It's 2021 and the kids are telling me that, like Champion sweats, blogging is cool again. I'm not going to let that train pass me by again, so here we go. Dispatches From the Ranch, round 2.
I started this blog a bunch of years ago, to log the cuteness and insanity of raising children on a ranch. I got inspired to document the daily collision of ranching and children one day when I slow-motion watched Dylan, strapped in her car seat, roll off the dusty bench seat of a feed truck. From that crash, a blog was born. I kept on posting until I felt like that time my horse and I bonked heads and I came home so loopy I told Regina the same story 3 times in a row. Plus, reading about other people's kids. Oof. So I shut it down.
Blame it on Covid, but I have the itch to fire this baby back up again. And, since it is called "Dispatches From the Ranch," I'm going to tell you about ranch-life. A lot of folks have pretty vague notions of what it is "we" (see: ranchers) do. So I'll tell you. Mostly.
My goals are to be brief, to be a little funny, and to post weekly. If I hit 2/3, I'll be stoked. Here we go.
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