My Roots

I have not loved anything as much or with such passion as the ranch. It is an integral part of my being, and I would not be as I am without having lived there those marvelous years of my childhood.

It was 1931 when the land came into the hands of my mother’s family, one of the ranching families of northern Mexico that have had close ties (and often property) on both sides of the border for generations. Ranchers of varied national backgrounds mingle on close terms in Sonora, Chihuahua, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, and some of our dearest friends were descended from a wave of British fortune-seekers who came to the north of Mexico in the nineteenth century.