I suppose it is

Jerusalem Road just outside of Horseshoe Bend. It twists and climbs north until it hits the treeline, then spiders out into logging roads with a wonderful view toward Garden Valley. 

It was lightly raining on this October day. Heading back from my shoot, I came upon about a thousand head of cattle being herded to their winter quarters. They filled the road. I pulled over and listened to them march past my vehicle in the grey drizzle. It felt like a pilgrimage of sorts. The rancher came last, on horseback. He stopped and looked at me, wary at first.

“You taking photos of my cattle?”

“No. Just out photographing the landscape.”

He swept his arm around him. “This?”

I looked out at the muddy road, the hills going gold and grey in the rain.

“I think it’s amazing.”

He nodded slowly. His good nature shining through now, a smile coming.

“I suppose it is.”

He rode on.