Life Really Is Good!

I remember every year, as a kid growing up in Garden Valley, waking up one morning in May to the sound of bells. Not church bells or anything like that, we lived 5 miles out of town and only had two neighbors. We'd jump out of bed to watch the annual migration of the sheep. Hundreds, if not thousands of them, ambling up Alder Creek with the lead ewes wearing bells and the hundreds of others following behind. The whole family enjoyed watching this yearly ritual and it will always bring back such fond memories of the best childhood anyone could have had...




Now, every year, the sheep come through the valley on their way to their summer range here at Hidden Springs. Today, there were thousands of sheep along the grassy hillside just below us. Yea, they're just sheep, but I love the idea that there are still Basque herders (there were two of them) who don't speak a word of English, that still live in those awesome wagons and continue doing things almost the exact same way that their families have done for years. Life really is good.