When working ranches go under, they rarely remain an expanse of open space with wildlife and cattle; they quickly become a subdivision, with monoculture lawns bereft of the flora and fauna that lived there.

2020 for my family was an incredibly emotional year, with the birth of our daughter Maeve, the death of the family Matriarch who passed on, a 117-year-old ranch, and the isolation of the pandemic. My husband grew up on the ranch in Philipsburg, Montana.