More Cow Folk
As I make my way through the Okanogan National Forest the woods thicken along the narrow, twisting, ever climbing road. Pick-up trucks loaded with hay and occasional trailers loaded with horses wind their way through this majestic land which somebody a long time ago was wise enough to preserve for intrepid travelers to forever enjoy.
This is big ranch country. As in Twisp and Winthrop all of the men wear blue jeans. These are working cowboys who prefer baseball caps instead of the fancy dude wide brim cowboy hats. “Went looking for Elk yesterday”, one of them remarked at a coffee shop. “All I saw was a bunch of grouse and twenty turkeys”. To me though, it would have been an enchanting way to spend a day.
High on a mountain side I followed a dirt road and peered over the fence to have a look at the grazing cattle. No turkeys though. You can bet I will be scouting for them again as soon as I return from my short trip home to Scarsdale.