Thursday, October 1, 2026

The Desert Gypsy Creations - Let the Adventure Begin

 



I'm not particularly good at promoting myself.

There. I said it.

This is probably a little ridiculous, considering how much time I've spent over the years promoting other people's stuff.

I've built websites for people. I've managed Facebook pages. I've made artwork, graphics and videos. I've helped people figure out how to present what they're doing to the world. I've written things for them. I've helped them sell their stuff.

And I don't mind doing any of that.

In fact, I enjoy it. I hope to continue to do so!

Give me somebody else's project and I'm perfectly happy to stand behind it waving a flag and yelling, “Look at this! Isn't this cool?”

Give me something I created myself and suddenly I'm standing behind a curtain going, “Well...I mean...it's probably nothing.”

I don’t think that is an uncommon thing, either. Take my sister for example. She is an AMAZING artist. She creates works unlike anything you will see anywhere else. I’ve said to her: “Poopy Pants”  (yes, that’s what I called her when we were little and she might kill me if I use her real name) Anyway, I said “This stuff should be in a gallery or on-line where people can buy it!” Her replay was always: “I don’t like marketing my stuff. I just want to paint.” I get it.

 

There's something uncomfortable about saying, “Hey, I made this. I think it's pretty good. You should buy it.”

Somewhere in my head is a little band of Minions that immediately starts asking questions.

Who do you think you are?

What if nobody likes it?

What if people think you're full of yourself?

What if it's not actually good enough?

That last one is probably the real one.

I'm much more comfortable helping somebody else believe in what they've created than I am believing in something I've created myself.

Which brings me to my latest adventure.

Apparently, I've created a thing called The Desert Gypsy Creations.

I use the word adventure deliberately because calling it a business makes it sound much more organized than it actually feels. “Business” also sounds too…sterile? Boring? Rigid?

This wasn't some carefully constructed entrepreneurial plan.

There was no five-year business plan.

There wasn't even a particularly well-developed one-year plan.

It started because I wrote a book. Actually, this is my second book in print. The first was one I wrote over 17 years ago. I sold a few. Had a book signing. Discovered I was way too introverted for those and called it good.

I continued to write. Blogging suited me well. Then – one thing evolved into the next and I wrote a book that is more like a manual, really.

And then I had to figure out what the hell to do with this “manual/book.”

The book is called Introducing Cowboy Mounted Shooting: An Introductory Guide to the Sport of Cowboy Mounted Shooting.

I wrote it because I kept seeing new shooters trying to wrap their heads around a sport that has its own language, its own patterns, its own rules and its own peculiar little collection of things that make perfect sense once you understand them and absolutely no sense whatsoever when you're standing outside the arena watching somebody tear around on a horse shooting balloons.

So I wrote the book I wished somebody had handed me when I first got into mounted shooting.

And then, because apparently writing a book wasn't enough of an adventure, I decided I needed a way to actually sell the thing.

That's when The Desert Gypsy Creations started taking shape.

I didn’t have to think long on the name. I had already called my ranch here in Arizona “El Rancho Gitana del Desierto. (The Desert Gypsy Ranch)

It was simply a name that felt like me.

I've always made things.

Words. Pictures. Graphics. Videos. Projects. Ideas. Sometimes things that probably didn't need to be made at all but got made anyway because I wondered if I could do it.

So Creations seemed appropriate.

And Desert Gypsy?

Well...that's a longer story.

And apparently Facebook has opinions about it.

I originally tried to use The Desert Gypsy Creations on Facebook.

Facebook said no.

So I tried Desert Gypsy Creations.

Facebook said no again.

Eventually, through the highly scientific process of changing one word and seeing what happened, I discovered the hang up for FB was the word Gypsy.

Change it to Gitana and suddenly everything was fine.

So, according to Facebook, Desert Gitana Creations is perfectly acceptable while Desert Gypsy Creations apparently requires an intervention in diversity and inclusion.

I found this particularly entertaining because gitana is simply the Spanish word for gypsy.

Apparently the robots don’t speak Spanish.

I don't pretend to understand it.

So if you see Desert Gitana Creations on Facebook, that's why.

The actual name of the thing I've created is still The Desert Gypsy Creations.

And somewhere in all of this, I realized that this little collection of things I'm creating doesn't really need to fit into one neat category.

There will be the book.

There will probably be more books.

There is artwork.

There is music.

There are various other unrelated projects. I am currently restoring an old 1989 Jeep XJ I affectionately call Dino. I think that belongs in the creations category, don’t you?

There are probably going to be other things that I haven't thought of yet because I have a terrible habit of wandering down interesting roads just to see where they go.

And that's really what this is.

Another road.

Another adventure.

Another one of those “Well, I've never done that before, so let's see what happens” moments.

Which brings me back to the uncomfortable part.

Actually telling people about it.

I can promote somebody else's work all day long.

I can look at something they've created and immediately see what is interesting about it. I can figure out how to show it to people. I can make the graphics. I can build the page. I can write the words.

But when it's mine?

That's harder.

Maybe because when you're promoting somebody else's work, rejection isn't really about you.

When you're promoting your own work, it feels a whole lot more personal.

If somebody doesn't like something I made, well...they didn't just reject a product.

They rejected a little piece of myself that I dragged out into public and set on the table.

That's a different animal.

And I'm still learning how to do it.

So this post is me practicing.

Not standing on a virtual street corner yelling “BUY MY BOOK!”

Just saying:

I made something.

I put a lot of thought into it.

I think it might be useful to somebody.

And I'm going to give myself permission to let people know it exists.

So, about the book...

Introducing Cowboy Mounted Shooting: An Introductory Guide to the Sport of Cowboy Mounted Shooting is exactly what the title says.

It's an introduction to the sport, written primarily with the new shooter in mind.

It covers the language of the sport, how to get started, what gear is required and other vital resources you will need. It is intended to make your first trip to a mounted-shooting event look considerably less intimidating.

It's not intended to replace getting on a horse, finding a good instructor and learning how to safely shoot.

Nothing replaces that.

But there are a whole lot of things you can learn from a book before you ever point a horse toward a starting line.

And now there is an actual physical copy of that book sitting on my desk.

Which still feels a little strange.

This adventure has gotten real.

If you'd like to take a look, you can find the book through The Desert Gypsy Creations.

https://the-desert-gypsy-creations.square.site/

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61595001210081

 

And there it is.

My latest adventure.

I have absolutely no idea where it's going.

But then again, I've never been particularly good at knowing where I'm going.

I've always been much better at wandering around until I find something interesting.

That's probably how I ended up here in the first place.




 

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Trail Log: 9-27-2026

Drifter chilling between runs


  • Trail: State Land - Aguila
  • Miles: 3.87
  • Riders: Self - Nina
  • Horses: Drifter - Barbosa 
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley - Pilot

Notes: Pre shooting-practice ride. After Nina got dumped at last practice - we decided we better warm up a little better before going straight to shooting. We rode out with the intent of riding to Burro Canyon. That intent went by the wayside after the second rattler sighting. This after killing a Mojave last night. I was puttering around in the evening and spotted one slithering out of the horse pen and under my truck. It was  chill for a Mojave. They are normally very aggressive. This one was fat, slow and didn't buzz me or the dogs. I almost felt bad dispatching it. Apparently not bad enough. I shot it 8 times and then cut it's head off AND cremated it in the burn barrel. The recent rain drives them out from what I hear. I also hear they are having their creepy little babies this time of year. I'm pretty sure if I saw a rattle snake giving birth I would die on the spot. That's why I spent 8 rounds of bird shot on the one last night. I wasn't taking any chances of it spitting out a squirming mass of hissing evil. *shudder*

Practice was great. Drifter and I shaved off a second between two runs and was within 3/100's of a second between a dry run (no shooting) and a live run. 


Saturday, September 26, 2026

Trail Log: 9-16_26-2026




  • Trail: The Hood - State Land - Aguila
  • Miles: 7.25
  • Riders: Self - Nina
  • Horses: Jack - Drifter - Seattle
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley - Pilot

Notes: A bunch a short little rides I am combining into one trail log. Just riding around the hood or out my back gate. Diesel prices are going to have to come down before I go anywhere that requires hauling. 

I redid my flag pole by cutting a metal barrel in half and placing it around the base of the pole  and filled it with sand. Hung a new flag and placed a solar light at the top. So far it's working pretty good. 

I don't usually ride on the road but I could hear Mike on the grader so rode out to check it out. The county claims these are private roads out here so we have to maintain them ourselves. Until it's time to pay taxes and permit fees - then suddenly they are no longer private, but county roads. Mari-Crappy county at it's finest. 

Mike L is on the grader fixing out road. 


Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Trail Log: 9-7-2026


 

  • Trail: Burro Canyon
  • Date:  9-7-2026
  • Miles: 6.98
  • Riders: Self
  • Horses: Jack
  • Dogs: Groot, Harley


THE DESERT DRUID COUNCIL

 

I rode out the back gate this morning with Jack, headed for a place I've called Burro Canyon for years. I named it Burro Canyon the first time I rode into it. There were burro tracks everywhere. Enough of them that the name seemed obvious.

 Later, I was told the burros had died off because there was no water.

Apparently, the burros didn't get the memo.

On the way into the canyon today, Jack and I found burro tracks. And fresh burro poop. So...the burros are back.

We spent some time milling around Burro Canyon, enjoying the morning, then turned for home. That's when I saw it.

The Druid Ring

I've ridden this country dozens of times. I've passed through here, around here, and probably within spitting distance of this exact spot. Yet somehow, I had never noticed it.

It wasn't a fire ring. The rocks weren't gathered around a depression. The ground inside the circle was slightly raised, almost like the rocks had been deliberately placed around the old piece of mesquite lying in the middle.

 It looked old. Really old.

"Well, that's interesting."

Because I have a history with rocks.

Back up north,  I once discovered an entire population of rocks that eventually became known as the Druids of Hell Rock Arena. I had assumed they were a local phenomenon.

Apparently not.

Sitting there on my trusty steed in the Arizona desert, looking at that circle, I realized something important.

The Druids had relatives. Relatives that prefer a warmer neighborhood. Much wiser relatives.

I highly suspect these are the Desert Druid Council I’ve heard about in legends and lore.

They don't look exactly like their northern cousins. These ones are sun-baked, desert-hardened, and considerably less concerned about rain. But I recognize the attitude.

They're watching.

They're judging.

And I'm fairly certain they've already held a meeting about me.

Probably something along the lines of:

 "She's here."

"Again?"

"Apparently."

"What does she want?"

"Probably to move us."

"Everyone remain perfectly still."

So now I have two mysteries on my hands. The first is where the burros went...and why they've decided to come back. The second is why I've ridden past the Desert Druid Council approximately seventeen thousand times without seeing them.

I'm beginning to suspect the Druids only reveal themselves when they have something to say.

And judging from the looks on their faces...they have plenty to say.

The proof is in the poop


Trail Log: 9-7-2026




  • Trail: State Land - Burro Canyon - AZ
  • Miles: 6.98
  • Riders: Self
  • Horses: Jack
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley

Notes: Took advantage of a semi-cool morning. I rode on to "Burro Canyon" the first year I came to AZ. I named it Burro Canyon from the many burro tracks in the area. I was told there weren't any burros left...but those tracks told a different story. Until this ride, I'd not seen any sign since. It appears they are back! I saw burro poop and tracks! I didn't spot any actual donkeys but they are there. 

We came upon this ring of rocks. The ground ringed in rock is raised up in a mound of sorts so not likely a camp fire. I've ridden this area dozens of times but never noticed it before. However, it is not new. A marker of some sort? A grave? Druids? I'm going with Druids. 

burro poop and tracks


Sunday, September 6, 2026

Trail Log: 9-6-2026




  • Trail: The Hood
  • Miles: 2
  • Riders: Self
  • Horses: Drifter
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley

Notes: Technically not sure this counts as a trail ride. Frist, I rode in the arena. My goal - because I hear a person should have a goal for such things - was to shave 2 seconds off a pattern run. I set up my timer and a pattern that can be run from either the left side or the right. I ran it twice each direction. I didn't quite shave off two seconds but finished with shaving off 1.17 seconds going in my weakest direction, which is two the right. Drifter flew through the random but I think he slowed down a bit on the last rundown. He was getting tired. I'm pretty sure if we would have ran that last run in the left hand lead we would have easily shaved off the 2 seconds. 






Trail Log: 9-1-2026

Yep...that would be the power line rd. 


  • Trail: Aguila - State Land - Back Gate
  • Miles: 4.66
  • Riders: Solo
  • Horses: Jack
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley

Notes: Nothing grand. Just a quick ride on a semi-decent weather day. We rode to the power line and looped back.