I miss being 14 years old, when I thought I would have life all figured out ten years later. The truth is I am a little lost. I'm lost in the adventure. I'm lost in the miles. I'm lost in the new jobs, faces, and places. I'm lost in the bustle of another branding. I'm lost figuring out where home is for me. I'm lost in the bug dust of moving cows across the Owyhee Desert. I'm lost in the action. I'm lost on the bumpy backroads. I'm lost in the high mountain desert of Idaho. I'm lost in the Sandhills of Nebraska, literally I got lost there often. I'm lost in the dark of 3:00 AM saddling. I'm lost in the blizzards of Elk Mountain. I'm lost figuring out where I belong. The truth is I am a little lost, but if this is lost I might not want to know what found is.