About North of Nowhere

Somewhere to the northeast of Denver, in the high plains of eastern Colorado, is an old dilapidated farmhouse standing in the middle of nowhere along the edge of a bluff overlooking the Bobtail of the Arickaree River. Native Americans long ago hunted along the bluff when the now dry river flowed with sacred water. Settlers chose it to build a life with crops and cattle. Now only the sound of breezes, the cry of hawks in the blue skies above, and the slow call of mourning doves among the pasture grass surround the old farmhouse. But if you listen, carefully listen, you might hear the echoes of times when the old farm wasn’t so lonely, when life was different from now. The stories here are of my life growing up North of Nowhere and how it left an impression, even after so many decades have passed since. Join me, will you?

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