When I arrived in Fort Collins, I was struck by the atmosphere and culture of this northern Colorado city — its haunts, its people, the college, and a new life that was literally thrust upon me. Where I came from, there was nothing like it, though some parts reminded me of my home in northern Texas near Witcha Falls. Being the explorer I am, I began to wander the mountains and the open prairie of the Front Range, always in search of another photograph, another story, and a sense of belonging in new lands. I roamed the backroads and dirt roads, always looking for the next adventure, and one day I came across an area that took me back to why I picked up a