Faith Trust & Pixie dust

I grew up 40 miles north of Jackson Hole Wyoming on a ranch with my 7 siblings, my 4-H steers, a few dogs, more cats than I could count, 100 head of horses, some pigs, a donkey, a buffalo, surrounded by thousands of acres of wilderness and an imagination that ran wilder than the snake river. It was a magical childhood. Between chores and riding horses, we spent most of our time building castles in the willow bushes, forging the rivers as pioneers in hand carts, and performing