Big Timber Sheriff’s Report 2

6/8/17 Pioneer

…cows as playmates, an impaired sense of direction, and museum respite care…enjoy this installment of our weekly paper.

May 28 – An individual called to report their 2-year-old missing. The caller later reported they found the child playing in a field with some cows.

May 30 – A caller reported a possible driver under the influence on Big Timber Loop Road. The driver in question drove past a local gas station and did a U-turn. “It’s like he doesn’t know where he is going,” the caller stated. The driver was arrested.

May 31 – An employee at Crazy Mountain Museum stated there was an individual that was confused and didn’t know where they were or how they got there. The sheriff responded to the scene and found the individual’s spouse in the car who said their partner had Alzheimer’s and that they needed a break.

A wintery sunset on the Boulder

Winter sunset on the Boulder River by my house

Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.”             Look what happens with a love like that, it lights up the whole sky.

                                       –Hafiz

It is about a 5 minute walk to the river from my house. Every time I venture out, whether it is -2 degrees or a balmy 30, I am always rewarded by something spectacular. I may be looking up at the sky, looking at the V of some geese flying, see some deer or a rabbit or any number of things. I always stop at the river, take a deep breath, and give thanks. Thank you lungs for taking in this fresh air, thank you river full of life, thank you thank you for this day.

Big Timber Sheriff’s Report 1

One of the things I love about these posts in the newspaper is that they QUOTE what the caller says. It’s just fantastic.

6/29/17 Pioneer

June 21 – An employee at a Third Avenue business asked a deputy to remove a customer that was half undressed and “acting stupid.” An officer responded, but could not locate the customer.

June 24 – An individual from a local ranch reported a car parked in the tall grass on Shank Basin Road.  “I just think it’s strange,” the caller said.  Officers checked the area but couldn’t find anything suspicious.

Eagle riding out the storm

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

This eagle sat in that tree for over an hour during a sub zero snow storm.  I just kept watching him from my kitchen window, and then went out to take a few pictures before my camera froze up in the cold.  What a sight, and what fortitude!

The Big Timber Pioneer (Sheriff’s Report explanation)

We have a weekly paper in Big Timber called the Pioneer. Included each week is an “On the Record” section. I call it the Sheriff’s Report. There is a “Complaints” section which includes details of the goings on during the week – every fine detail! ALL of the calls that have come in to the Sheriff’s office are included. I have combed through years of papers to bring you some highlights of small town life in Montana.

The Sheriff’s Report reminds me of the “News of the Weird” section of the City Paper when I lived in DC. News of the Weird was always worth a good laugh. Hopefully this will offer the same to you!

Let’s start with the 12/1/16 paper…..juggling?

Nov. 23 – A caller reported a red pickup parked in the median of 1-90 mile marker 359 with green bags laying around. The reporting party said a man appeared to be juggling nearby. Dispatch notified two sheriff’s officers. A wrecker also responded to assist with a blown tire.


Aspens

The world will offer itself freely to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

—Franz Kafka

Look at these Aspens!  So bright against that blue sky.  This family of trees is at the end of my lane.  They are a welcome part of dog walks and treks up to the road to get a better view of the sunset.  It feels good to touch them and say hello.  I’m so grateful to have this grove so close to where I live.  They hold inside their space a sense of calm and tranquility.

Welcome to the Boulder River Valley

“If you want the big hills that wear white robes and where the teeth of the world tear holes in the clouds the trail to my lodge is not grass grown and my pipe will be lit for you.” –C.M. Russell

We call it “the Old Red River House”. I live down there to the left, along the Big Rock Fishing Access lane that goes to the Boulder River. The Crazy Mountains you can see behind that ridge there on the other side of the river. All those big cottonwoods you see are along the river.

Home sweet home! Walk out any of the three doors of my little house, pause and listen ——the murmur of the Boulder River can be heard summer and winter.

Sonny was my parents beautiful Corgi, who came to Montana the last 4 years of his life. We hung out a lot – he was such a good companion!