Frustrated with everyone's lack of motivation to go horseback riding, I got online and joined a group called Backcountry Horsemen of Utah. Doesn't that sound butch??? To my relief, it's a 50-50 mix of women and men, all mild-mannered cowgirl wannabes just like me.
Now, I'm not mature enough to do anything alone, so I secretly filled out membership forms, forged the signatures(!) and paid the annual dues for two of favorite horse loving pals!
Soon after that, this mother/daughter team checked their emails and were surprised by a horse adventure newsletter. (Yeah, yeah. I gave out their email addresses, too. Nothing is sacred with me.)
And, yes, I let them think it was all their idea...
* Red Canyon is located just outside of Bryce Canyon National Park, in southern Utah. As the story goes, Butch Cassidy escaped the local sheriff in the rugged back country of Red Canyon, now dubbed the "Cassidy Trail."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~** You can rent horses and ride the same trail we did. BUT, IF YOU DO, you must absolutely, positively, promise that you will NOT rent horses through Ruby's Inn of Bryce Canyon City. You see, I found abused horses in their corral. And, I've got the pictures to prove it. I've turned them over to every animal rights group from here to Washington, D.C. Now, I'm on a first name basis with the Garfield County Sheriff, who's In like Flynn with Ruby's and refuses to investigate this case. Which has me thinking that Butch and I could have been fast friends had we met in Red Canyon a hundred years ago.