So many old log cabins all hodgepodged together for campers and staff to call home in summer. This is a place that brings God close and where I can let go of worldly expectations and find that God was walking next to me but I was too busy to notice. The trails, horses, campers, Mt.Meeker standing tall in the west and Cross Mountain to the east, stars too many to count filling the night sky with no city lights to dull them, much like the plains.
Boutwell up on the hill, home to so much peace, so much conversation, so much laughter and tears, so much life! On down to the horse lodge, an old ranch lodge patched together and added onto as need arose for the family who also raised potatoes. It was home to thousands of horse campers who sheltered in it for a week at a time each summer.
The old lodge witnessed so many card games, horse board games, friendship bracelets made, hair wraps, songs sung, prayers and Bible study, hot chocolate, fires in the big stone fireplace, FOB time, groggy campers up early to feed horses, RSITS and wranglers and directors all hanging out on the big porch and walking around behind the lodge just to watch the horses in the corral in the evenings.
The corral, surrounded by post and rail wood fence with the old outhouse on the hill and the tack room with all the season’s hay stacked behind and leaning against the three tall posts as the bottom bales sank into the old squeaky bed springs keeping them from the dirt.