It' s one of those landscapes that creeps up on you. The kind you daydream through until a the hulk of the Soldier Mountains comes into view. I headed out to have a look as many at the land trust told me it was worth the hour ride. I startled a herd of mule deer at the marsh, and saw antelope grazing on the plain, but never close enough for a photo. 
The next evening I would be back and even the next after that for the RanchFest party held every year at Deb-Da-Doo Ranch. There were bands, fireworks, camping - all on a small scale. But the people were friendly and the scenery terrific. It was nice to be with people more my own age, but odd to be in the festival atmosphere without a single familiar face
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