Gualfin is inspiring. One guest composed songs which he later recorded and performed in Brooklyn. Another guest wrote a novel, set in Gualfin. The following is the last chapter…Read More
Eight gauchos rode up, after crossing over the pass from the high “puna.” They dressed in traditional regalia, with their bombacho pants, chaps, boots, wide hats… and each with his knife behind his back.Read More
Caesar was one of the leading mass murderers of his time. And one of its greatest generals.Read More
“It’s amazing that any of us survived at all,” said Natalio, sitting in the back seat of our truck, holding on to the passenger grip above the seat to cushion the bumps and turns, as he recalled his life in the Andes.
We were driving up through the valley, with bare, stony mountains on either side, and a dirt road snaking through the hills between them…Read More
“Is he okay?”
“We don’t know yet.”
“But he’s at home?”
“Yes, the doctor said there was nothing they could do.”Read More
Even after eight months without a drop of rain, there is still some green grass down in the valley where the river cuts through the mountains to an adjoining ranch.Read More
What was wrong with the thousands of generations that came before us?
All their antique courtship rituals… sitting on the front porch, chaperones, and pitching woo.Read More
You already know about our ranch in Argentina. As we explained last year, it is not very productive or practical.Read More
This was Easter Sunday. We would eat the Paschal Lamb.
We put on a pair of jeans, boots, a flannel shirt, a scarf, a sweater, gloves, and a hat.
Our annual roundup… or yerra… began yesterday.
…during which time your editor drove 350 miles (mostly on dirt roads)… got stuck in the desert… took a long walk by starlight… and was wanted by the police…
We had been invited to a birthday party up in the mountains.
This past weekend, we went over to the vineyard to do some chores. Among other things…
This weekend, we drove down to the valley to check out the new farm.
It’s about 500 acres along the river, abandoned for 50 years, but can be irrigated and put back into service. And it’s a two-day cattle drive from the ranch at Gualfin.Read More
Have you ever wondered what you would do if you had a health emergency in a remote location? We never thought about it… until last week. Then we found out.Read More
We rode out to one of the high valleys on Sunday. Leading the way were the ranch foreman, Gustavo, and his son, Agostín. Agostín is 10 years old. But he is already a gaucho – sure of himself on a horse… unafraid of the cows… ready to work from sunup to sundown, as long as he can be outside.Read More
Today, we leave the world of overpriced stocks and claptrap politics behind. Instead, we will just tell you what happened over the weekend here at the ranch.Read More
“Two of them called me Elizabeth,” said Elizabeth. She was referring to one of the cowboys’ wives and one of the local women. “And one of them sided with the originarios [the local indigenous people claiming property rights over our land].Read More