Certain moments determine the rest of your life. When she was 18, Haylee Fisher remembers that she “lived in Traverse City in a super-crappy apartment with a dog while looking for a place to board my horse that I could afford.” A lady told her there was a job in Maple City at a horse farm, so she called farm manager Tom Pierson. He said, “You’re too young to watch over all of the brood mares and horses,” Haylee remembers. It was 2001, and the Cold Spring Farm needed help throughout the year, including every winter when the owners went to Patagonia, Arizona.
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When word spread in late March that Jim Harrison, the poet, novelist, master of the novella, memoirist, gourmand, and long-time Leelanau County resident had died at 78 in his casita in Patagonia, Ariz., while writing a new poem, friends and fellow writers responded with instant shock and grief. Jimmy Buffet, Tom McGuane, Phil Caputo, and local luminaries Mario Batali, Doug Stanton, Michael Delp, Jerry Dennis, Pamela Grath, and others soon posted their recollections of the conversational brilliance, the Rabelaisian lust for life, and the prodigious literary output and talent of one of the most unique and gifted humans any of them had ever known. The Glen Arbor Sun published several of these testimonials at that time (see our Memorial Day edition), but one notable great friend to Harrison whom we missed was the writer, rancher and local Glen Arbor character Peter Phinny.