My Father’s Footsteps: Hiking Devil’s Biscuit to Goverment Corrals

My dad has stories for days. If encouraged, he could tell you stories until your ears fell off and the mountains turned to dust. He grew up in an era where life was simple and work was hard. Every time I go home to visit my folks, I learn something new about my dad. Ranch life in Southern Colorado consisted of sheering sheep and tromping wool for 12 hours and then going out and bowling a 250. That was my dad in the prime of his youth.

You’d think after 30 years of calling him Pops, I’d know everything there is to know about my dad, but fact of the matter is he has countless experiences to share. Some of my favorite stories of his involve his time on the sheep trail.

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