Bio: Dude at 10 Years Old, 1968. Descriptor: Ranch puppies, learning to ride bareback, Peanuts the horse, and that staff treated young children so well.
Marco’s Story: Happy to have found this site! I was 10 years old, and a guest with my family in early July 1968. When we arrived, I remember the Galey’s dog had a litter of pups. I remember Frank Galey looked just like Clark Gable. The wranglers (I think Beth was one) took us out for lovely rides, and we learned how to ride bare-back. At night, the wranglers would take the kids out in the dark to where Frank’s dad (or grand-dad?) was buried and past a pit where they dumped the dead horses. My little brother was only five years old, and he was given the nicest, sweetest, gentlest horse to ride: Peanuts. I have many more fond memories of the two weeks we spent there (I learned to fly fish); my best memories are of the nice young people who worked there and showed us kids such a beautiful part of the world; I spent many years in Jackson after that (esp. at Goosewing Ranch with Harold, Claudette, and a beautiful young girl named Jenny). White Grass holds a very special place in my heart, however; why can’t time stand still?