I shouldn’t have stopped where I stopped and I shouldn’t have walked where I walked.
I was just outside the Waterton townsite, not far from the turn to the golf course. There was a stand of aspens there, their trunks stained brown with smoke, the forest floor around them burned black. I wanted pictures.
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The sun rose from behind a mountain and cast amber light over the central Idaho plains.
Horses wandered in a pasture looking for morning mouthfuls of dry grass. A hawk glided low along a field of barley ready for harvest.
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The Stavely rodeo started a long time ago, back when horses were still a major part of every farming and ranching operation, but the indoor rodeo was first held here back in 1956. And, despite a few ups and downs, it’s been held here ever since.
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I broke free of the city just as the sun set and as I looked to the northern horizon I could already see the aurora borealis beginning to dance.
The Friday night lights were starting to shine.
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