By PAT MURPHY
After turning east off Highway 75 at the Bellevue post office,
first-time visitors heading to Diane and John Peaveys home find the winding
"driveway," such as it is, a once-in-a-lifetime adventure.
But the real eye-popper is later, when finally getting a glimpse of the
Peaveys surroundings.
Their place is more than 20 miles from the Bellevue turnoff, at the end
of a stunningly picturesque, but challenging, drive on a rock-strewn dirt road through
Muldoon Canyon and surrounding foothills, where vistas range from barren desert to lush
stands of aspen and willow trees, with occasional glimpses of wildlife dawdling in the
open fields.
But once the hour-long driveoften at creep-and-crawl speeds on
curves with sheer drop-offscomes to an end, the rewards are a treasure: nestled
beside a small creek against a cluster of trees is the old Peavey house, three rescued
structures, circa 1890, assembled into a single L-shaped residence with a wide-angle view
of sweeping, unspoiled grandeur that Hollywood could use as a frontier America film set.
For as far as the eye can see in all directions, this is Peavey
country-250,000 acres of federal, state and private landsconsisting of
meadows, foothills, sudden upthrusts of rugged volcanic rock, fishable streams, an area
slightly larger than New York City (197,760 acres). Peavey says end to end the lands cover
100 miles.
This is not the hideout of a pair of social dropouts seeking isolation
from fast-paced workaday America.
Notwithstanding the joyous benefits of such tranquil surroundings, this
is Flat Top Sheep Ranch, a working sheep and cattle spread over which Peavey, 66, presides
as the third generation landlord, along with a fourth generation, son Tom, 35. Other
Peavey children have chosen different directionsKaren is a certified public
accountant, and David a Silicon Valley technowhiz.
"Gosh, you live a really long way out," Diane Peavey chimes
in with a chuckle, reciting the customary reaction of first-time travelers to Flat Top
Sheep Ranch.
"But we love it," she adds, scanning the kitchen where a
functioning wood-burning stove of the frontier era shares space with electronic doodads of
the 1990s-a computer for e-mail and ranch business, telephone and FAX. As late as
1960, the ranch relied on a crank telephone and an operator who could even track down
people in a Hailey bar.
History of the sort that spellbinds visitors also comes with the ranch.
Atop a foothill across the meadow from the house is a spear-shaped monument made of rocks
molded together in concrete.
Beneath it lies the remains of James Laidlaw, who settled the ranch and
died in 1950. Because the ground at Flat Top was frozen, Laidlaws body was stored in
deep freeze in Boise.
Come warm weather, however, his family and friends blasted a hole large
enough for a casket, and then, as provided in his last wishes with friends, everyone
shared in several rounds of robust whisky.
Someonea Peavey or a ranch handusually makes the tedious
trip to town each day for errands.
But the remote isolation is not absolute. With 3,000 hours of flight
time, Peavey keeps a weathered 1959 single-engine Cessna 182 parked in a nearby meadow to
make hurried 10-minute flights across the Pioneers to Haileys Friedman Memorial
Airport, or elsewhere when needs arise.
As if to explain the appearance of the 40-year-old family aircraft,
Diane has a ready, if not wholly believable, story:
"When we land, people come running out with paint and brushes
offering to paint it."
Mother Natures winter at the Flat Top Sheep Ranch, however, can
be cruel. With temperatures that sometimes plunge to 45 degrees below zero, and snow
making the ranch road impassable, the Peaveys retreat to a Ketchum condo during those
months.
Peavey remembers a metaphorical sight when returning to the ranch for
the first time after a bitter winteran antelope was scampering along the road back
toward its habitat.
"He was as happy to be back and to go home as I was."
Despite a touch of arthritis that limits his horseback riding, Peavey
finds ample chores around his spread-not only the aggravating paperwork required of
federal agencies whose land he leases, but fixing fences, working the sheep and cattle and
flying remote canyons to look for lost animals.
The Peaveys are a unique couple. Their appearances and lifestyle as
ranchers belie cosmopolitan attitudes, interests, activities and family backgrounds that
explain why, unlike almost any other Idaho ranchers, theyre so synonymous with the
states sheep industry as well as admired figures in Wood River Valley civic life.
Not the least of their most recent visible projects is "Trailing
the Sheep," a new yearly effort to educate urban expatriates of the Wood River Valley
about economic, social and environmental benefits of sheep.
This years "Trailing" festival, held over the Oct. 9-10
weekend, drew record crowds to watch a band of sheep herded south on Ketchums Main
Street amid a celebration of the areas sheep industry and its culture.
For her part, Diane is not only a homemaker and helpmate in the Flat
Top Sheep Ranch operation, but an ardent spokesperson and booster of sheep products. She
spreads the gospel in a weekly commentary on National Public Radios regional Idaho
network, spinning tales about experiences in ranching and country life.
Dianes skills with words and an eye for storytelling come
naturally: her father, Alvin Josephy, a former editor at Time and American Heritage
magazines, is author of more than a dozen books, most of them ambitious, energetically
researched histories of the West and Native Americans. He served as the first chairman of
the new Smithsonian Museum of the American Indian.
(Diane also brags about another of her fathers journalistic
landmarks: he conducted a rare interview with old-line Russian Communist Leon Trotsky
before Trotsky was assassinated in Mexico City in 1940.)
Although Dianes roots in her youth go back to the less rugged
digs of Connecticut and the District of Columbia, she summered in northeastern Oregon
where her father bought a small ranch, and where she cultivated her passion for the west.
John Peavey, thoroughly likeable and popular with his relaxed ways, is
a regular around the Valley in his battered old felt cowboy hat, usually at the wheel of a
dusty pickup, accompanied by his old Border Collie sheepdog, Jock, and always good for
sidewalk conversation.
Like Diane, hes the product of a fascinating family whose
sprawling diversity enriched the man whos gained such wide admiration and respect
over the years.
Raised in Twin Falls, Peavey has a degree from Northwestern University
in engineering.
His paternal grandfather was U.S. Sen. John Thomas, who began
assembling what is now the Flat Top Ranch around 1920. When Peavey was 8 years old, his
lawyer father died in a Snake River accident.
Thereafter, his mother married U.S. Sen. Curly Brooks and in
time, Mary Peavey Brooks became director of the U.S. Mint under presidents Nixon and Ford.
So, it was no surprise that in time Peavey would find himself
thoroughly immersed in his own political career20 years in the Idaho state
Legislature as a Republican state senator.
In his customary economy of words and with the signature smile and
twinkle in his eyes that come easily, Peavey said it was his work on behalf of numerous
environmental projects, including helping found the Idaho Conservation League, and good
government causes (legislation requiring disclosure of campaign and lobbying
contributions) that ultimately soured the GOP on him.
He has since been a Democrat and an energetic environmentalist.
Which has created something of a Catch-22:
Despite Peaveys environmental good works, many environmentalists
have inferentially placed Peavey on their public enemies list with their complaints
about the livestock industry.
This has energized Peavey into action to dramatize the story of the
sheep and pointing out their compatibility with the environment.
Enter "Trailing the Sheep," the new Wood River Valley event
that some believe may become as big a civic and tourism attraction as the historic Wagon
Days celebration.
Although a self-serving effort to bolster the image of sheep,
Peaveys "Trailing the Sheep" also has enough of a tourism draw that
its being promoted by the Sun Valley/Ketchum Chamber of Commerce as an event to lure
sightseers downtown.
Like most sheep ranchers, Peavey has watched in dismay as his industry
has shrunk, sometimes as the result of changing consumer habits, the introduction of
synthetics to take the place of wool, new regulations that cover ranching, and, worse, the
impact of foreign wool and lamb imports on the domestic U.S. sheep industry, principally
from New Zealand and Australia.
Consider these numbers:
In 1942, when sheep producers were pressured by the government to
provide increasing amounts of meat and wool for the World War II effort, sheep ranchers
were herding 56 million head.
Now, in 1999, the head count in U.S. sheep is down to an estimated 7.2
million, according to the American Sheep Industry Association.
Idahos share in 1942 was slightly more than two million sheep,
but now is down to about 265,000 head, placing it ninth among the states (Texas is first).
The Peavey ranching operation involves about 2,500 beef cattle, and
about 4,500 ewes, which give birth to 5,000-plus lambs in the spring.
Most residents of the Wood River Valley rarely see sheep, except when
theyre moved through the valley northward in the spring, and southward to warmer
climes in October.
Bands of perhaps 2,000 sheep at a time move through side streets of
Ketchum to pastures in outlying hilly areas, occasionally delaying city vehicular traffic.
As Diane explains it, ex-urbanites whore swelling the
Valleys population were confused.
"This is a resort community with golf courses and multimillion
dollar homes, and here we go with our sheep, right through the valley. Roller bladers were
calling and complaining about sheep droppings in their wheels.
So, "Trailing the Sheep" turned complaints into a
celebrationsome of the sheep moving south now are funneled right smack down Main
Street in Ketchum, where streets are blocked and hundreds, if not thousands, of spectators
can join in the parade out of town.
Last years parade of 1,700 of Peaveys sheep was led by a
bagpiper, but also included a lone protestor, bearing a sign, "Sheep destroy fragile
ecosystems." Peavey said. With unconcealed delight, the protestor was booed all the
way out of town.
A bagpiper once again led this years band of sheep, but no
protestors could be found.
But theres more than merely the downtown herding of sheep. The
festival also includes demonstrations of sheep shearing, spinning and weaving wool, along
with a traditional Basque dinner for 500, as well as lectures and distribution of
literature on the role of sheep.
For the hardy of spirit and body with a yen to learn more, they can
follow the sheep before dawn when bands resume their southward movement along trails
beside Highway 75 south of Ketchum. Its an earthy experiencethe sounds of
bleating sheep, the odor of animals, the clanging of bells, the commands of the Peruvian
shepherds, the clop-clop-clop of horses, the barking sheep dogs.
To Peavey, sheep are not merely a businesstheyre "a
way of life," and his ranch "the source of my strength."
Looking out the kitchen window, John Peavey says that "I
dont care how tough things get, this is all so soothing."
"Trailing of the Sheep" gives the Peaveys opportunities to
tell strangers why sheep are not only important, but also why theyre not
environmental menaces.
For starters, Peavey says, "If you were going to stock an ark, two
sheep would go firstfor wool for clothing, meat to live by, and the richest milk in
the world."
"Sheep love mountains," he adds. "They love to climb,
they eat grass for nourishment and moisture. They graze lightly."
Environmentalists, with whom Peavey shares some concerns, "have
lost touch" on the subject of ranching, he says. Ranchers are dedicated to caring for
the land, otherwise their livelihood would slowly vanish.
Mindful of the sheep industrys shrinkage in recent years, Peavey
nevertheless is optimistic.
Congress is dealing with ways of stemming the flood of imported wool
and meat. And he believes devoutly in the American palate for organically grown lamb and
the top meat choices that will ensure a continuing market.
And why not be optimistic? Peavey notes that sheep have survived since
biblical times.
Pat Murphy is an Idaho Mountain Express columnist