“As a young child, I used to walk the blue hogback ridges near my family’s ranch in the Iron Mountain country of southeastern Wyoming with my great-grandmother, looking for fossils and arrowheads. Nana — Matilda Tait Lannen, my father’s mother’s mother — lived in town, but she loved to come to the ranch. Though well over eighty, she was tireless as she hiked the steep hills in her flowered dress, her sturdy walking shoes, and a battered flat-brimmed straw hat. Walking was her magic, for she could find crinoids or Indian relics almost anywhere we stepped. It was a matter of looking, she said, of learning how to see…” one of our favorite passages from Teresa Jordan’s classic memoir, Riding the White Horse Home: A Western Family Album
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