Our Story

Welcome to our place! We’re pleased to share that we have not died trying in these last 3 years on Pony Mountain.

My husband Lee and I built our farm with the consensual sentiment of “f*&$ it!”. Much of this was rooted in the blessing, and curse of the cliche sentence “life is short”, that has been buzzing above our heads like a persistent deerfly since childhood. Our relationship blossomed from the shared mission to enjoy and take advantage of every second of time we were blessed to be given, while trying to figure out how to convince those we loved, and mere strangers, to embrace the same alongside us.

Coupled with this hunger to live life with eyes and arms wide open, I myself have also been cursed with the incessant need to provide safety and sanctuary to any living being in need, and ensure their life is as complete as I can help make it. This includes, orphaned rabbits, injured birds, stray cats, rescue dogs, lambs and sheep, and rescue horses suffering from incurable ailments. Now, to live life with the full appreciation we aim to always hold close, we’ve recognized you also need to remain open to the pain and suffering that will wax and wane between great joys and victories - a life of contrast is important in creating REAL gratitude.

Enter Lee, with his insatiable need to create shelter and art out of the most peculiar materials. Whether it be free windows left on the side of the road, scrap wood or firewood, Lee has an incredible creative knack for quite literally revealing the shine in what most would consider “shit”. I will tell you, on the top of a mountain where you get 15ft snow drifts and 120mph winds, you need to make sure you have a Lee by your side to pull your rose colored glasses back down to rest on your nose some days.

So here we’ve been for the last 3 years - on top of a “seasonally accessible” mountain trying to make dreams far beyond our own come true, create a place of safety, healing and sanctuary, and make every ounce of shit shine. You can hold a little piece of our story in your hands by taking home the woolens, woodworks, herbals, eggs, and more that we spend all of our days pouring love into. Hell, you can even rent our little ranchhand cabin for a few nights if you want to see it all in action.

A young girl wearing pajamas with butterfly patterns and a large brown hat, riding a beige rocking horse, inside a room with wooden cabinets and a brick ledge.

Two young boys sitting at a wooden picnic table with a dark background. One boy wears a red and white striped shirt and red shorts, sitting on the bench, while the other boy, with lighter hair and a white shirt, is reaching for a box of crackers.

“Damned bowed legs!”

I’ll never forget asking my mother how her and my father met. She told me the story of him making her laugh at a dive bar in Rhode Island, only for him to walk away and leave her thinking “wow, look at those damned bowed legs!” - I remember looking up at her stunned and slightly embarrassed, and asked her, “like mine?” to which she said yes, laughed, and apologized for making fun.

I grew up feeling self conscious about these legs we shared, and grew to love them most because they’re one of the many traits I so fortunately inherited from my amazing, vibrant, hilarious, and daring dad who was always his own version of a cowboy at heart.

We each forged our own unique path through life on these legs, and we always made a point to stand out and do things differently than most. We built our farm in loving memory and in honor of my dad, Andrew, because he always believed in taking care of those in his community, uplifting and cherishing those he loved, and figuring out a way to make the dreams of others a reality.

A black-and-white photo of a man and woman standing outdoors, both wearing casual button-up shirts. The woman has long hair and is looking at the camera with a neutral expression. The man, with a beard and mustache, is wearing a cap and sunglasses, l

A white chicken with a red comb sitting on the dashboard of a vehicle, with a rural landscape and road signs visible through the windshield.

A collection of bright orange pumpkins and a black plastic tray filled with colorful orange, pink, and yellow flowers on a concrete surface.

A hand holding a carton of eggs with varying shades of brown and white eggs, set against a rural outdoor background with mountains, trees, and a barn.

Three wooden spoons of different sizes and shapes on a light wooden surface.

A variety of colorful cherry tomatoes, including red, yellow, orange, and purple, piled together.

Woman shearing a sheep outdoors, using electric clippers, with sunlight and trees in background.

A basket of assorted cucumbers and squash, including green, yellow, and light green varieties, with some fresh herbs at the bottom.

A rustic log cabin with a small window, snow on the ground, a Siberian Husky dog lying in front, and a white horse with a brown saddle tied to a wooden post outside.

A man crouching on a wooden deck holding a bottle, with a fluffy white dog standing on his shoulders, outdoors with parked trucks and mountains in the background.

A mountain covered in dense green forest under a blue sky with scattered clouds.

Fresh vegetables including green onions, radishes, purple cauliflower, and garlic.

A wooden tray with ten egg holders, six of which hold brown, white, and speckled eggs. A large bouquet of colorful flowers with yellow, purple, and white blooms is in a gray vase nearby on a wooden table.

A man sitting in a parked vehicle looks out the window at a horse standing outside in a green field with mountains in the background.

A man wearing a brown Carhartt jacket, a knitted cream sweater, a brown scarf, a green knit hat with snow, and standing in a snowy outdoor setting.

A person holding a blooming passionflower with pale yellow petals and vibrant purple and blue filaments, surrounded by green leaves.

Close-up of a fluffy white lamb with other lambs resting on the ground in the background, inside a fenced outdoor area.

A Siberian Husky laying on a dirt path in a mountainous landscape with snow-capped mountains in the background and dry grass on either side.

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Our Story

Welcome to our place! We’re pleased to share that we have not died trying in these last 3 years on Pony Mountain.

“Damned bowed legs!”

Livingston, MT