Water- Gladness to the Heart, the Land, and to Our Eyes — Sunday, September 15, 2019

Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff had never been to the East Portal of the Black Canyon so last Sunday Terry and I gathered them up and drove to see where our irrigation water begins.

The Diversion tunnel took ten years to complete, in awful conditions with very basic tools and the technology in the years 1899-1909

Everyone is always amazed at the road just getting to the bottom of the canyon, which is pretty much the road the team and wagons traveled way back when. (It’s a tad scary, just so you know)

The engineering was stunning in the fact the tunnel is almost 6 miles long, through solid rock and soft unstable ground meeting within inches in the middle. The town of LaJane (no longer here) was on the end with the soft soil. (LaJane is pronounced Lu-wan)

Besides the amazing undertaking to get the irrigation water from the Black Canyon to the farm grounds in Montrose and Delta

The views and the history of the canyon are astounding.

The management of the Diversion Tunnel and the water that flows through it is by the Uncompahgre Valley Water Users

One of the ditch riders and his family live in the house in the canyon. He takes care of the dam, the water flow, and other specialized requirements.

The sound of roaring water, the magnificent black walls

Made for a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Then to round out the fullness of the day, we saw a Rainbow!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Rainbow Gift from Cedaredge, Colorado, Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Kagedog, My longtime blog reading friend sent me this lovely rainbow.

Here is what her email said:  “Here’s a rainbow for you, Linda, just to brighten your day. I took this one a couple of years back from our deck. We don’t often see rainbows over Cedaredge. More often in the other direction over the Black Canyon. Just thought you might enjoy it.

Have a nice day!
What a beautiful site!

Now you can also enjoy it! A gift of hope!

Your friend,

Tuesday, May 7, 2013 Fields I Love

I know this is rather daffy, but I have certain fields on our farm that I just, well, LOVE!  I enjoy the slope of the land, the color of the soil, how the water flows so rapidly without help…unlike the 1/2 mile field which is always lots and lots of work.


We are in one of those fields right now….complete with a dust devil.


It is middle’n in size, I call it the Middle Field.  (it’s a 1/2 mile also, but different) Terry doesn’t like it because it has lots of short rows, (hard for turning the tractor and equipment around in) places where there is gravel, (the water wants to sink instead of flow) and a shallow place he can never get level.

I don’t work with the land/soil like Terry…I work with Terry and the water.


Still there is just something about this field, maybe you can see it with me.  Part of the enjoyment is the water is always heading west.  Why that appeals I can’t tell you, but it does.


The other hay field has the same layout but not the same feel to it.

Ah, well, I can’t explain why I like this field so much, I just do.


The setting sun was just perfect to show up the Black Canyon of the Gunnison…I hope you can see the canyon.


This was the route the early settlers took coming in to settle Delta…. they started in Gunnison and then drove their teams and wagons along the rim of the Black Canyon arriving in Peach Valley then across the waste land to the the fertile valley by the Gunnison River, now called Delta.  (Not as easy as it sounds, but that is for another day.)

I must be off, Dear Friends, as I need to make a run to the gas station for gas for the 530 John Deere…this little darling of a tractor doesn’t use diesel fuel.

Your Friend,



(And of course, Fuzzy and Boomer)