Robin died last night while sleeping.
Robin engaged with The 3-Bell Ranch early on. Betsy and I were weeding along the Public Utility District easement road ... and after the third full day of what I call "Betsy Boot Camp," Robin asked Betsy how old she was. She was over 70, and Robin, I believe was just going to turn 70 in a week or so.
He looked crest fallen.
"I'm entering my 70's in what I thought was the best health and fitness I've ever had in my life!" he exclaimed. "Here you are, older than me -- and pardon me for saying so, but a woman at that-- and you're 'whoopin' my ass!' You gals have got quite a racket going here! You could charge MONEY for this!"
And Robin was hooked... and he was instantly an integral member of our enterprise. He came out the summer Forrest, Aurelie, and Megan were here and he fell madly in love with our "WWOOFers".
"I want to take them camping!" he declared. "You have to let me show them the North Cascades!" And I think that these camping trips became one of the shining highlights of his year.
Robin enjoyed the quiet of the evenings here. Long after Betsy and I had gone to bed, Robin could be found in the pasture with the horses.
"You know," he said in a 'revelation' tone, "Animals seem to think. I think they just might think. When I go into the pasture at night, all the horses come and say something. I have no idea what they're saying, but they don't all say the same thing. Every one of them comes up to me and it says something. I want to come an build them a winter shelter. I want to put an addition on the barn for them. I love your horses."
The next year he built the second wing.
This year he built gates for our rail fence that ties into the grand archway.
I look around here and see Robin everywhere.
We will miss his Earth presence.