Fall 7 times.
Stand up 8.
~ Japanese Proverb
Have been sleeping like a dead person since returning from my Oh So Fun Bucket List Cowgirl Vacation.
|The horses had as much fun as the humans.|
|It may appear we're on our lonesome, here, but there were 190 riders on this adventure.|
Trotted into West Yellowstone 100 miles later. Exhausted. Sore. Bumped and bruised. Feeling old as those proverbial hills yet 20 years younger than I felt just 5 days before.
Happy as all get out.
|Closest thing we got to a 'shower.'|
|Kurt, the farrier. (Horse shoe dude.)|
|Cotton - you don't find Texas gentlemen like this very often.|
So, of course, everything did. It rained buckets. Then it hailed. Thunder. Lightening. Freezing nights.
|Indian Paintbrush on a foggy morning.|
|This is Doc, our trail physician. We should all aspire to be this fit when we're 85.|
When you're looking down the barrel of the big 5-0, growing old is all friends can talk about.
But, when I'm on these rides, I never hear such nonsense. Out there, age is irrelevant. Probably because we've stumbled upon the fountain of youth.
I loved these people. They were warm and wonderful, traveling from as far away as Norway and England to ride the spotted horses along this magnificent trail.
And, now that I've overcome my latest bout of cowardice, I'm signing up for another ride. Just as soon as the budget allows....