An urban cowboy at Alisal

In my bungalow at the Alisal Ranch. Photo by David Lansing.

I’ve become quite fond of my bungalow at the Alisal Ranch. I like its quirkiness. For instance, there’s no TV but there is wi-fi. No phone but a very nice coffee maker. I’ve got a wood-burning fireplace and every morning an elderly gentleman comes by and asks me if I need a few more pieces of oak. The walls are decorated with poster-sized black and white photos of the cattle operation on the ranch in what looks like the 1950s, and next to the fireplace is a rusty corrugated tin painting of a cowboy on a bucking horse.

This morning, after a breakfast of coffee and huevos rancheros, I took the complimentary Wall Street Journal and went and sat in a plush outdoor chair set up under the shade of a hundred-year-old oak out on the lawn. Guests in their cowboy boots and Western hats filed by, giving me a “Howdy,” on their way to the barn while I sat sipping my coffee and reading about the financial struggles in Greece–every bit the epitome of an urban cowboy.

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  1. Allan’s avatar

    I think of you more as the ‘urbane’ cowboy.

    If you’re driving, why not have the old gentleman fill up your trunk with the oak so you can take it home. If you don’t have a fireplace, you could always get into turning out wooden bowls.

  2. David’s avatar

    If I tried to carve something up, it would most likely be my fingers. And they don’t allow wood burning where I live, so firewood is pretty much useless to me.

  3. Angeline’s avatar

    Great portrait! Looks like the cover for your new book.

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