Summer is almost here. Our mountain folk welcome the warmer weather, and for many of us that translates into vacation. Because I grew up on a dude ranch here at Gascon, I know what summer and vacations mean.
The rush would be on as reservations came in, mostly by letter. The log cabins had to be cleaned, with nine months of dirt and dust swept out. Horses had to be shod, saddles and tack repaired, and our storerooms filled with groceries.