I feel safe riding my horse through the woods and over the meadows, assured that Jesus is near and watching over us. I hear him whispering in the light breeze that playfully tugs at my cowboy hat and repeatedly kisses my cheeks. His voice plays soft and assuring through moving tree branches and roars authoritatively in the thunder. He blesses us with the gift of sweet-smelling flowers that splash color over the meadows and the wildlife that unexpectedly appears before us. The vastness of rising mountain peaks stretching deep into the sky reminds us of his supreme creativity and great power. If you love nature and have thought about becoming a volunteer, you might consider the Bighorn National Forest in Wyoming. My husband and I had no idea our introduction to these stunning mountains in 1986 would change our lives forever. We had no choice.

Each summer, the Bighorn Mountains kept luring us into the forest's secret world of mystery and adventure, begging us to become part of it. If the pine forest could speak, it would tell stories about the people that come and go, its history, conflicts, fires, accidents, legends, and adventures--all of which are included in this book.