I haven’t been out a-riding in the west since 1989, when I adventured in the Boy Scout ranch, Philmont, with the other scouts with whom I’d grown up.

Much has changed since then. I sure would like to go back.

“Silver on the sage, starlit skies above, Aspen covered hills, country that I love, Philmont here’s to thee, scouting Paradise, out in God’s country tonight.”