B5 Is Coming Together
Every week, the place feels a little more itself.
The hornillas are burning again — the adobe oven back in use, the smell of mesquite in the air. We finished the underground pit for Sonoran-style cooking — slow fire, deep flavor. The Outpost bar’s open too — part honky-tonk, part meeting ground, where ideas and songs share the same table.
Three new colts this season — good stock, curious and quick. And the foreman welcomed his third boy — three sons and a daughter now, a whole new crew learning the rhythm of the land.
The dam’s full again. The rains were good this year, and the land’s giving back — green, alive, generous.
B5’s becoming what we hoped for: a working place that teaches patience, rewards care, and reminds us that every corner matters when you’re building something meant to last.
The BI5ON Code isn’t written here. It’s lived — in every post set straight, every fire kept burning, every next generation raised to keep the land alive.
