The vast space undisturbed by progress and the rush of tomorrow. The indescribable beauty and natural rawness. Surrounded only by the ragged peaks of the mountains to give you a safe, peaceful feeling. The horses with their ancient knowledge of humans. 

There is no place in the world like Chisana. I have stood in places that fill you with so much understanding, ridden through the great gift of this pure untouched wilderness, fought against hurts, grief, depression, abuse and was brought back to life in this place, by this land, and by the horses I depend on and whom depend on me, this special place. Personal discovery, tapping our potential, finding our courage is a  constant battle somedays. Being still isn’t even an option in so many of our lives. 

Checking the horses, for instance in the winter.  It has to be part of your daily routine, +20 above or -50 below, it has to be done every day. 

Belle

Ruger

At -20, -30, 

-40, -50 degrees, it is not a happy thought to undo all your head gear, to listen for horses bells. The bells help us locate them, when they aren't in sight, but are within hearing. As with our newest horses, they aren't quite sure that the old horses are right about that "free food" rumor- so we have to go show them, that first it's us. Second- yes, we always have feed to give them, in a recognizable feed sack. Then, lead them back to the group that they were hangin' with before that scary-noisy monster came up the trail.