A Visit to Oakhorn Ranch

It has been a while since we have been to Oakhorn (my family's ranch). We finally went down there on Saturday, to see the house being built and drive around so Brian could help my dad fill up corn feeders. It was a bumpy ride for Eden and Pryscilla, but they were troopers like usual.

While we were driving around the ranch, I was thinking about what a dichotomy my life is. I have met so many "city" people and "country" people that have such a distaste for either or. When I lived in Houston, I would meet people, all the time, that had never left the city. If they had, it was only to travel to another city. Same with people from the country.

I'm a crossbreed and my girls' are sure to be too. Judging from the last post and the current post it's pretty obvious we love both the city and the country equally. The country is wild, natural, peaceful, and untouched by humanity. Sometimes I feel like I am the only person stepping foot on a certain part of the earth and I wonder, who may have been the last person that walked here? Hiking in the country, no matter where it is, Texas, Hawaii, Wyoming, or Costa Rica, all gives me the same feelings: natural serenity, fresh air, love of nature, love of God, and this immense soulful energy. I will share that energy with the twins over and over again!

On the other hand there is my beloved city. Again it could be any big city...Houston, Seattle, New York, the list could go on. Ahh, the energy from the city is so different! When I am walking the blocks in NY, I am filled with excitement, curiosity, culture, and intrigue. The people passing by fascinate me, and I could stare at the architecture for hours. I love that you can go to an authentic Italian restaurant for lunch and end the day in Chinatown. Each place immersing you in culture to the point you feel you are actually there. Then there are the lights that make the buildings and streets glow colors of amber, green, and blue. The colors lighting up the sky line, bridges, and fountains. The city at night is unbelievable. True art. Human art. Man made art. The work of God through human hands.

There is of course the other side to the city. The trash and pollution. The "underbelly" of the slums. Some hate the city for all of those reasons. In the country it's pristine, untouched, so you rarely have to see the "ugly". I don't mind it. I look at the city dirt as the bad side of humanity. Our sin. What each of us personally fights against everyday as humans. In the city it is just right in front of your eyes and sometimes that is not a bad thing. It's a reminder of the other side's existence that will always be there until the end of time. Not only do we have to personally keep that side in check for ourselves as Christians, but it is also a reminder of the necessity of personal charity to society. If each of us charitably contributes to someone other than ourselves, a little bit less of that "underbelly" exists. I hope to share and teach that to my girls as well.

Here are some pictures from our wonderful trip to the ranch!

The house on the lake

Brian, Eden, KPaw, Pryscilla

The view of the lake

Eden bear and her dada

Filling up feeders

I love the trees in this area

KPaw and Pryscilla

Snoozin

KPaw and Pryscilla's priceless moment! Eden was
sleeping in the truck so this turned out to be
a perfect moment for the two of them. I'm sure KPaw
will never forget Pryscilla's first time in the deer
stand with him. He has been waiting on this one
for some time now! Happy happy time.

Aww, priceless!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!