Friday, April 14, 2017

Up Colburn Way . . . ,

I went to the Colburn area with my camera yesterday.  It’s north and west of the Selle Valley, along HWY 95.  Used to be that the highway ran through downtown Colburn, home to a country store. 

Our friends, the Kamps, owned that store for a while, and we used to visit the family there. Eventually, the store gave way to a highway right-of-way.  Nowadays, Colburn is more of a residential area since the Norway CafĂ© and Motel and the Jinx Tavern also became history.

Some longtime residents, however, still proudly claim Colburn as their addresses, while others who have moved away still happily share wonderful stories about their childhood there, including school days at the elementary school, which still sits on a hillside east of the highway.

If you’re a Bailey, a Stradley (I think Mrs. Stradley owned the Colburn Store for a time), a Decker or an Oliver or a Tucker or an Inman, etc. you may still claim strong roots in the Colburn countryside.

My sisters’ farm is also known as to us family members as the Colburn place.  They’re relatively new to the area, having moved from North Boyer to the “old Tucker dairy,” back in the early ‘90s.

With all their horses, over several months, they grow an impressive, hot, steaming manure pile every year.  In fact, I once met a lady at Yoke’s grocery store who knew of my sisters because of their pile of farm and garden gold which sits next to their barn on a hillside off the highway.

I think this lady may have been close to abusing one of the Ten Commandments when she informed me that she “coveted” Barbara and Laurie’s pile of decaying horse apples and barn bedding.

Anyway, she’s not the only neighbor in the area doing the coveting, cuz one longtime Colburn-ite comes yearly to load up the goods and haul them away.
One time a year ago or so, while picking up loads, Gary Bailey left a gate open, only momentarily but long enough for a bunch of Tibbs Arabians to race through the opening and take up grazing on my sisters’ lawn.

We heard later that he had quite a time trying to round them up and finally gave up, shutting all gates to the property.  Eventually, I received a call from the next-door neighbor, drove over with a halter and can of grain and showed the horses back to their usual pasture.

Yesterday’s drive around Colburn took me to some ponds along the highway and through Baileyville where there is the most stunningly beautiful yellow farmhouse. 

The paint job on this house is not only artistic but eye-catching.  I doubt that very many highway drivers pass this place without having to take a quick look.

Early spring surroundings are pretty too, with golden willows contrasted with leafless aspen.  From my past experiences there, I can report that the beauty of the area changes with the seasons.  Fall scenes are especially striking.

Twas an awe-inspiring photo outing, especially because of all the enjoyable country vignettes along the way, enhanced by a long-awaited dry afternoon.

Back in the Selle Valley, Lily still holds off.  She is spending her days in the round pen, where there’s no mud, and evenings in her stall.  

I’d say Lily has the cleanest stall in town, thanks to all my visits there, hoping to see something other than Lily and a bunch of new piles of manure. In my case, no coveting allowed.  A few friends and I enjoy the fruits of our two horses' deposits. 

Anywho, it looks like we may be turning the corner for a while on this endless wet weather, and that is a welcome thought.

Happy Good Friday to all. Enjoy the photos. 

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