29 October 2010

You Are What You Think You Are

Today it's raining and darned wet so I'm thinking I'll do the "waxing philosophical" thing. Yes, we have no photos today!

Many years ago I read that “you are what you think you are”. For some reason that idea really resonated with me and became a very integral part of my life philosophy. What got me to thinking about this were two separate incidences that happened just his week.

The first was when my neighbor came over to give me a hand with a downed tree that was too big for me to handle alone, the base was over two feet in diameter. When you cut a tree on the ground you generally have to cut through a distance and then roll the log so that you can finish the cut without getting your chain in the dirt. If you do hit the ground you have an instant dull chain and that’s no fun. Anyway, there is no way that I can roll a log of that size by myself.

Since there isn’t much market for logs these days and all the local mills have shut down I use my timber to warm myself. Every year I split five to ten cords of wood by hand with an eight-pound maul. My neighbor uses a wood splitter has been for the past ten years. We are both in our sixties.

After we had bucked up the log he spent the next half hour telling me how I need to get a splitter because I was going to cause no end of trouble for my body if I kept on doing it by hand. He went on and on ad nauseum. I tried to explain that if one uses the maul properly there is very little wear and tear on the body. All you have to do is let go and let the tool do the work. I also pointed out that I was pretty well in tune with my body and believe it will let me know when the time comes that chopping wood is no longer wise for me.  And, most importantly, I LOVE to chop wood. I find it almost a meditation being outdoors in my beautiful forest caring for nature and myself. When I come in from chopping wood I am tired and at the same time exhilarated. I fully expect to be chopping wood for many years to come.  See "What Chopping Wood Has Taught Me About Life"

The next incident took place in Costco. I was standing in the checkout line when a gal came up and pitched me to join some executive club because I would get more cash back each year and my annual spending justified paying the sixty dollar fee. I was somewhat amazed I spent so much for just Koty and myself. But, the truth is I still eat like a truck driver (no offense to truck drivers that’s just an expression I used to here when I was a kid). Koty eats like a bird. Hmmm, I wonder if splitting all that wood has anything to do with my being able to eat what I want without getting fat? And, don’t go thinking I have some special metabolism. Each winter I put on five to seven pounds without batting an eye and each spring I have to curtail my epic appetite and take it back off.

I kind of hemmed and hawed so the gal says, “Oh, but you can use it to buy hearing aids.” I’m thinking hearing aids? I tell her I don’t need hearing aids. Without missing a beat she says, “Oh, well, you can really earn a lot of dollars on your prescription drugs!” I tell her I don’t use any prescription drugs. That stops her for a minute and then she says, “Perhaps you need new tires?”  I thought that at least was a practical idea. She thrust an application form in my hand and told me to think it over. The only thing I was left thinking over was how sad it is people see a little gray hair and a few wrinkles and think you’ve got one foot in the casket and the other on a banana peel!

The point of all this is to tell you that people are forever projecting themselves and their paradigm on you and you’d better pay attention. The neighbor who thought I shouldn’t split wood just didn’t want me, a woman, out there splitting wood when he wasn’t up to it, or up for it, anymore. The Costco clerk just took a look at the gray hair and assumed I must be taking loads of prescription drugs and losing my hearing.

I’m a laissez faire kind of gal.  I believe everyone has the right to live their life as they please as long as it doesn’t infringe on the rights of others to do the same. However, I am always leery of well meaning people who try and convince you to be less instead of more.

I truly believe you are what you think you are. And what I think I am is an extremely vital sixty two year old woman. I believe I am and will continue to be healthy and fit. I have no expectation that I will fall prey to some terrible wasting disease. I fully expect to simply drop dead when the time is right. I have no idea when that time will come so I endeavor to live each day to the fullest.

My advice to you regardless of your age, do not let other people, including advertisers and marketers, define who you are. Spend as little time as possible with people who try and make you less instead of more. Your mind is a powerful thing. Be careful how you use it and what you allow into it. You are what you think you are and always will be. Imagine the best you that you can be and be that.

"As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives."  Henry David Thoreau

©Kinsey Barnard


28 October 2010

Wolf Sighting

Here in northwest Montana we are in that place between fall and winter when just about anything can happen weather wise. Here at the ranch we have a little snow on the ground and the temperatures have dipped below freezing.

Yesterday afternoon Koty and I took a walk in the woods. It was a little on the cool side but that's the way we like it. It's Montana hunting season so we try to pick our time. Early morning and late afternoon are obviously out. Lunch time can be a little tricky because a lot of guys come out to try their luck. So we try and pick a time between two and four. I was born and raised a hunter and was pretty darned good at it. These days I have no heart for killing.  I prefer to shoot with a camera and I now root for the game.  :)

During hunting season we always dress in our orange vests lest we become targets ourselves. I meant to get a photo of Lakota in his but I forgot. I'll have to remedy that.

Our wildlife sighting for the day was a gray wolf. As usual, he saw us before we saw him and was off into the woods like a gray ghost. Such moments are what make my day. It is always nice to capture a good image but just to see these wild creatres is good enough for me. Of course Koty, once he caught on, was quite excited himself but he is always on a leash when we are out. Koty is a Siberian Husky but these wolves are at least twice as big as he. Koty looks a lot like a wolf but he'd be no match for the real deal.

It turned out to be a glorious afternoon and we didn't see a single hunter. I call this a betwixed and between time because there is a little bit of fall and a little bit of winter in the landscape, an entirely lovely time.

"Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it" ...... Henry David Thoreau


©Kinsey Barnard

25 October 2010

Abstract Art in River Boulders

As I wander the vast western outdoors I have discovered whole worlds existing in places I once never thought to look. In nature there are literally layers of life, whole galaxies existing right under our noses if we just but look.

I have an on going love affair with water. I always seem to find interesting things to photograph when I am in the proximity of water. I suppose this is because water draws all living things in their quest for survival.

What I have discovered scrambling over boulders in rivers and creeks is that the boulders themselves have worlds etched in their skins. Centuries of water from above and below have chiseled fine designs that can only be seen by a magnified look.

Below are a few images I have taken of the surfaces of boulders. I think they are quite beautiful in an abstract kind of way.

Nature plies Her artistry just about anywhere we care to cast our gaze. It's just that sometimes we don't realize what we are seeing until it is captured by a camera. More examples can be seen at DESIGNS AND PATTERNS IN NATURE

Observing nature holds never ending fascination for this viewer.

22 October 2010

Arches National Park, Utah

“Arches National Park contains the world's largest concentration of natural stone arches. This National Park is a red, arid desert, punctuated with oddly eroded sandstone forms such as fins, pinnacles, spires, balanced rocks, and arches. The 73,000-acre region has over 2,000 of these "miracles of nature."   Utah.com

As I’ve mentioned, frequently, US national parks are not my favorite. Not because they aren’t beautiful and incredibly photogenic but because my dog Lakota isn’t able to hike with me. Lakota is my best and most devoted friend and I refuse to put other priorities ahead of him.

Many of the most famous photo op locations are down trails where Lakota isn’t allowed. I don’t mind really because there are plenty of landscapes and other interesting things close to the roads to photograph so I focus (pardon the pun) on those.  Some might consider this a handicap but frankly, some really interesting stuff gets overlooked because it doesn’t have a name or found on a tour map. And, let’s be honest, the famous stuff has been photographed ad nauseum. Oddly enough, this situation has proved to be a blessing in disguise.

What follow a few of my favorite photos of Arches National Park in Utah.


You can see the entire gallery at my website:  ARCHES NATIONAL PARK

©Kinsey Barnard Outdoor Photograpy

21 October 2010

Raggedy Ann Scarecrow

One of the things I truly get a kick out of whilst photographing on the road are the many creative things I see literally on the road. People in rural areas seem to be particularly creative. Maybe when you don't have so many distractions, as city folk do, ones mind provides its own entertainment?

I think this Raggedy Ann (I just made that up) Scarecrow is just adorable. It looks like a Raggedy Ann doll to me. But, someone told me they thought it was scary.  Which only goes to show we all see things very differently. I think that's the reason we have so many misunderstandings in life. One person clearly sees one thing and another sees it entirely differently. Then each acts on his own perception and all heck breaks loose.

To me this is real Americana.

18 October 2010

Jardine, Montana - Ghost Town

This fall we headed down to Gardiner which is situated at the north entrance to Yellowstone. We got snowed out last year so I decided we would give it a go again this year. We waited until after Labor Day thinking the crowds would have thinned some. That may have been the case years ago but not anymore. Now there are so many Baby Boomers thinking to do the same thing the place was packed. We were lucky to get a slot for Clementine at the RV park.

Koty and I are manic hikers wherever we go. When we go to national parks we are constantly looking for someplace to hike outside the park because Koty is not welcome.  We are quite fond of Canadian parks. Canada welcomes dogs on a leash.

One of the first things we do when we get somewhere is look for hiking nearby but outside the park. Fortunately, Yellowstone is surrounded by national forest. I spied a dead end road that went up the mountain behind above the RV park. The map showed a town called Jardine.

It's a dirt and gravel road about six miles in but well worth the drive. On the drive in we came across this little landscape I thought was quite picturesque.

I don't know exactly was this is or what it was used for  but I'm guessing it might have been some kind of pump house.

We kept on until we got to Jardine. I didn't realize it when we started out that Jardine is a listed ghost town in Montana.  Although, there are quite a few very live inhabitants. It looks like some folks who work down in Gardiner live up here away from the tourist hub bub.

Jardine Gold Mine

The mine is fenced off so you can't really get close to it. The above photo was the best I could do.

Jardine Mine Office

The old mine office seemed to still be used but it was closed and no one was around.

But, we were looking for hiking not ghost towns so we went to the end of the road and hit the jackpot. We found the Eagle Creek trailhead which is a popular outfitter entry into the Gallatin National Forest. If you head up Eagle Creek Trail you'll see a bridge .......

Eagle Creek Bridge

If you cross that bridge and turn right you'll find a bunch of old buildings you can explore and check out.

I really like exploring out buildings that are not part of a park where you can just poke around on your own.

Now, I did say we came here for the hiking but there was an impediment to my going very far. I had sprained my ankle back in Bozeman and I was just gimping along. First we started up the Eagle Creek trail but it got so muddy we had to turn back cuz I wasn't about to slog through mud on a bad foot. There is another trail on the other side of the bridge that heads into the mountains and was just fine. It too clearly gets a lot of horse and mule traffic. Actually, I like trails that packers use because they are nice and packed.

We also discovered a gated compound that looked like it was mostly inhabited by Native Americans. I thought this tent, with the skull gracing the entry, was kind of interesting. I have no idea what it is used for. Maybe some one lives in it. A pack of dogs came running at us as we approached. I took this photo and we skedaddled.

The point of this story is that if you find yourself in Gardiner, Montana and would like to do something a little off the beaten path I would recommend a trip up to Jardine. It's a great place to to hike, explore and experience little Montana history.

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©Kinsey Barnard

13 October 2010

Chainsaw Story-Bigger is Better Even If you Are A Girl

I am working feverishly to get all the fallen trees bucked and stacked around here before winter hits. I'm still working on the trees that fell in the dastardly windstorm of June 2009. I'm trying desperately to catch up. It hasn't helped that I've sprained my darned ankle twice this year. Kinda put a crimp in my limp. I was starting to stress out about these trees because they have been down awhile and they need to get bucked and stacked before they rot. The thought of losing them kills me because these babies keep Koty and I warm all through the harsh Montana winters.

After the storm

When I first got here, eight years ago, I was familiar with chainsaw work (I had had a few eucalyptus at my home in Monterey I'd cut up for firewood) but nothing on the scale of forty acres of forest.  Upon arrival I promptly ventured into the local chainsaw shop to pick up a new chainsaw. I thought I'd better get one that was, what I thought, girl size. I chose, was guided to,  the Stihl MS 250 with a 16 inch bar. It seemed like a size that I could handle. And, I could handle it too except that it was a witch to start and took forever to cut through a tree trunk of any size. In fact it was so tough to start I was nearly worn out from pulling before I made my first cut.  And when the temperatures got down in the twenties and thirties, egad, I nearly couldn't make the grade. It sometimes got so bad that I'd literally get bruises on my hands from pulling. I thought "Wow you are a princess!"

The 250 was classified for cutting firewood and that was what I was doing so for nearly eight years I struggled with this saw. Oh, and did I mention I have a persnickety back? Leaning over a log holding a saw out in front of you is not a good back thing.

I'm pretty careful about the size of tree I attempt to fell because I work alone and you can get dead pretty darned quick if a tree falls on your head. They say that you just look for "the lean" and drop her that way. Well, let me tell you it ain't that easy. You can look at a tree from one side and think "OK, it's leaning that way." Then you go around to the other side and swear it was leaning another direction entirely. Bottom line, when I fell a tree it's more than likely to go the opposite direction from the one I intended. Needless to say I leave the felling of larger trees to the boys.

So, when the guys have come out, over the years, to drop trees for me I have marveled at the size of their chainsaws and the fact that they could just throw the saw out whilst holding the pull and those big dogs would just start right up. Me, I had to put my tiny chainsaw down on the ground and place my foot through the handle in order to start it. Not that I want to be a man mind you but I must admit I was jealous. I think I may have had chainsaw envy. I also envied the way those big chainsaws cut through a big trunk in a Minnesota  minute. It would take me and my 250 at least twice as long.

So, I struggled along for nearly eight years and I was able to keep up pretty good with what needed to be done. Then a windstorm back in June 2009 downed around fifty trees. Having to divide my time between photography and ranching I started to fall behind. Mind you I could hire all this work out except for the fact that this place is my baby and no one understands how to raise it better than I. I will keep doing it myself until I am no longer able. I have as much passion for this land as I do for my photography. When I die I hope they will find me out in my forest with my Nikon in my hand and a smile on my face.

I digress. Back to the chainsaw. So, I'm getting myself pretty worked up about not handling my forestry work. I decide to go to my chainsaw shop and check up on what it would be like to go a notch bigger. They showed me the Stihl 290 Farm Boss.

Stihl Farm Boss 290

The thing was three pounds heavier and it had a twenty inch chain. I thought "Well, maybe". But then I was worried about how tough it would be to start. I figured bigger, harder to start. We went out back of the shop and they let me give it a pull. It started right up but it had already been started so I said I'd sleep on it and come in for a "cold" start. I went back the next day and did a total cold start. The chainsaw started right up. In fact, it was much easier to start than the much smaller 250. I bought it on the spot.

I have been using the Farm Boss chainsaw now for several weeks and I am cruising through my wind fall like a jalopy. Yes, it is heavier but it's easier to start and cuts through a log in half the time. And get this, I can throw the thing and start it just like guys who know what they're doing! The net result is my back is much happier and so am I because I can now see I can keep up with Mother Nature, well at least for this go around.

And, gents, if I can handle this thing imagine what you can do!

©Kinsey Barnard

11 October 2010

Wild Horses of the Pryor Mountains

This summer I realized a dream of mine, to put a tepee down in my meadow. I am quite the romantic when it comes to things Native American. Having a tepee to see and spend time in was just too hard to resist. I finally gave in and purchased one this summer. What really got me inspired was my trip to Glacier and the Blackfeet Reservation. Chief Mountain, Blackfeet Drinkers of the Wind and of course the most romantic tale of all Running Eagle.

So, I ordered up a tepee from some fellows in Livingston. Part of the process was to work with an artist to design the artwork that would adorn the tepee. The artist turned out to be one Nick Knight who lives in the Pryor Mountains. We collaborated over the phone for a few weeks. During that time somehow the subject of the wild horses came up and before I knew it I had an invitation from Nick to visit these last vestiges of a wild and free West.

From the time I could get put on the back of a horse, until I was in my twenties, horses were my everything. I worked cattle on a neighbors ranch. I showed Western, barrel raced and competed in just about every timed speed event out there. But, life got in the way and horses were left behind,  not my love of them. I jumped at the chance to see the Pryor Mountain Horses. I arranged to combine my visit with Nick with my already planned visit to Yellowstone National Park.

I was to meet Nick in Bridger, Montana which is the nearest town to where he lives. Nick tells me that there is not only no stop light in Bridger but not a single one in the whole of Carbon County! I left Gardiner for Bridger bright and early. I had been told how beautiful the Beartooth Scenic Highway is so I took that. I've a whole blog post planned for that little junket. Let me just say here I won't be taking Clementine and Shadow over that route again anytime soon.

By the time I got to Bridger and the city campground it was getting on in the afternoon. I was beat. I only had time to hook up Clementine, batten down her hatches and throw some clothes into a duffel bag before Nick showed up to take Koty and I out to his ranch. The ranch was some thirty miles distance over some pretty nasty roads. Shadow would not have been able to make it to his ranch let alone out the the horse range.

In the past Nick has been host to Ginger Kathrens. Ginger probably has spent more time with these horses than anyone else on the planet. Over the years she has given Nick copies of her books and videos and that night I watched a couple of the films. I was captivated. Wild horses have social mores entirely different than domestic horses. I highly recommend these videos.

Bright and early the next morning we set off for the range.There are a couple of ways to approach the range. We came in from the north, the Montana side, because the horses are on the high plateaus until winter conditions drive them down off to the south toward Lovell, Wyoming. I can't say what the roads are like down there but you don't want to be driving a street car if you approach from the north.

Nick tells me people try it all the time and end up having to pay a heavy toll to get unstuck.

Range Roads

Of course one of the things about this plateau is that it makes a dramatic landscape in which to see the horses. It's like they are running free on top of the world.

Sykes Peak

I'm going to tell you can find photos of these elegant creatures that are far better than the ones I am about to show you. I have to be honest. I was so excited to see these wild horses thinking about photographing them was a nuisance. Except for Nick who was back in the truck I was there with them all alone. It was a truly spiritual experience.

In the above photo a couple of young studs play with one another with Wyoming off in the distance.

The bay stud in this photo was one of my favorites because he so clearly showed his Spanish heritage. I've see wild horses in the Nevada desert and they were kind of a scraggly lot. But, these Pryor horses they are gorgeous.

Here a palomino mare is getting run off by the big bay and his family. I don't know what relation this mare is to Cloud but undoubtedly she is related. Cloud is the horse Kathrens named and developed the Cloud Foundation in his honor. I was hoping to see Cloud but it was not to be.

This fella had a bit of a jug head but you can see what good shape he is in. It has no doubt helped that greater than usual summer rains have kept the grass growing.

One of this years foals.

Another shot with that fabulous, other world background.

We drove around to various place where the horses are known to hang out but we only saw these two families. All in all I would guess we saw maybe twenty five or thirty horses. The total on the range is around 125. But, it was an incredible experience for someone who has horses in their blood. Even though I haven't had horses of my own for many years that bond never leaves you.

I've come to look at this trip as kind of a recon junket. I have been invited to return next July when the wildflowers are in bloom and the thought of it has my photographer genes racing. So, if the gods are willing I will return next July and apply myself to the job of images. Can't you just see wild horses, manes and tails flying, as they run through fields of flowers? I'm there!

©Kinsey Barnard


Wild Horses - Images by Kinsey Barnard


06 October 2010


I've been doing some image housekeeping and up dating. An arduous task to be sure but it does allow me to revisit some of my favorite images.

Today I came across this image of two big horn ewes greeting one another on the side of a cliff in Jasper National Park. It never ceases to amaze me how like us animals are. They so often demonstrate, what I think can only be described as, emotions. Animals, both wild and domestic, can often be seen nurturing one another, expressing joy through playfulness and great senses of humor.

If the purpose of an image is to bring forth emotions this one does it for me. I call it "Friends". I'm not uploading the image directly to the blog. Please click on the link. I want you to be able to see it in the highest resolution possible and this is the only way I know to make that happen.

For me, the photo just smacks of the importance and sweetness of friendship, especially between us girls. And, friendships are oh so very important especially in the world in which we find ourselves today. Where would we be without our friends?

I have many acquaintances but I don't have a lot of friends. Those I do have, and you know who you are, are as true blue as the great Montana sky.  Friends, by my definition, are those people with whom I have spent quality time over the years. And, even though we have annoyed and even angered one another from time to time we love each other anyway.  Every time I look at this image I think of each of you and know that I am truly blessed.

My wish and hope that all my readers have friends just like mine.

Now, take a look at the image and see if it doesn't make you think of your FRIENDS and what it means to have one and be one.

©Kinsey Barnard

04 October 2010


It's been raining the past couple of days and Koty got himself a severe case of cabin fever. He can't go a day without at least an hours worth of exercise. Of course, I have been kind of grateful to be able to give my ankle a break.

This afternoon, since I needed to go Eureka anyway and it wasn't raining too hard I figured I'd take the brat to the Riverwalk. The Riverwalk is a community project where they have made an asphalt path along the river which is accessible to just about anyone. In the photo below you are hard pressed to see the asphalt path for the autumn leaves that cover it.

Riverwalk Path

The path meanders along the Tobacco River. There are benches to be found periodically where one can stop and savor the beauty all around. Course, stopping and savoring isn't in Koty's job description but I can dream can't I? ;)

Tobacco River

I saw some grass along the path that I thought was kind of interesting for it's texture and color, apparently so did Koty! Koty never likes to be in photos unless I prefer that he weren't. Then I can't get him out.

Native Grass
You never know who you might run into on this path which is what makes this little path so special. It's not unusual to see moose and bear as well as lots of deer.

Whitetail and Fawn
The trail also has numerous stations with plaques where you can read about the history of the Tobacco Valley and Kootenai Country. The plaque below tells of the local Native Americans that the white man called Kootenai. This valley is truly rich in history.

Fall is my favorite season of the year and this little walk reminds me as to why. The color everywhere can be described in no other way but stunning.

Aspen & Cottonwoods

If you ever find yourself in the village of Eureka, Montana (population about 1,000 souls) I highly recommend the Riverwalk. It's just a walk, not a hike, but it is a very pleasant one even in the rain.

©Kinsey Barnard Photography

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02 October 2010

Pintler Scenic Loop-Philipsburg, Montana

On our way home from Yellowstone I got the bright idea to make a stop at Anaconda. I'd not been there before and it is a scant six miles from I-90. I also, had been curious about the Pintler Scenic Loop. The stop required and overnight stay in order to work the "loop" in.

Finding an RV park was my first challenge. I soon found that there is not much choice in that department plus things are starting to  shut down in Montana as the tourists skedaddle. One place I tried, that was listed in the Montana Travel Planner was really a mobile home park and not at all the type of place we were interested in. Poor Clem (that's our Winnebago View) almost got her noggin knocked off. The manager told me to turn around in a tiny space that took us under a big willow.  After I had Shadow (that's the tow car) jacked knifed up against Clem's bumper I jumped out to see if we would clear the branches. I had stopped just in time. Another foot and Clem would have been clocked. The manager had to get up on the roof and pull branches up as we crept under the tree. Egad Gertrude! That was a close one.

We ended up at Fairmont Hot Springs. In addition to the hotel there is a nice RV park right next door. By the time we got set up that was it for me, poured myself a tall one and popped in a DVD.

Next morning off we went to do the Pintler Scenic Loop. It doesn't happen very often that the scenery in Montana lets me down but this was certainly one of those times. If you start from Anaconda the first thing you'll get to is the Georgetown Reservoir. It's not particularly pretty. It looks like a reservoir. Sadly, the trees are infested with some pestilence and the needles are turning an ugly telltale red. The future of this forest does not look at all good to me.

Georgetown Reservoir
 It also looks like, during the boom time, a number of people thought this might be the place to build upscale lodges. Many of those are for sale or have had construction just stopped.

The little town of Philipsburg is on this route and if you like to visit quaint little western towns it's about the only reason to take this drive. In fact, I have a suspicion that somewhere along the way some palms were greased to get the road designated as a "Scenic Route" so that people would come this way otherwise it might have died.

Philipsburg Wildlife


Kaiser House-Philipsburg

There was very little on this route of interest to me. In fact I think route would be a better term than loop because if you take the "loop" you'll have a very long drive. I clocked about 135 miles with half of that on I-90. But, if you are going up or down I-90 and have time for the diversion you might want to check out Philipsburg, exit I-90 at Drummond if you are headed south or Anaconda if you are headed north. I definitely do not recommend the "loop".

If it's beautiful scenery you're looking for, ironically, you're much better  off staying right on I-90. The Clark Fork River runs along beside it and there is some awesome landscape to be seen between Drummond and Anaconda, I mean truly beautiful.

Now after all that carping, I must confess, I think I actually did get one very nice photograph from this excruciating excursion. It was a barn right along side the road about ten miles south of Philipsburg, see what you think.

Pintler Loop-Barn
So, that's my tale of the Pintler Loop. Now I have finally seen it I won't wonder about it anymore. And, I certainly won't be driving it again any time soon.

©Kinsey Barnard Photography