"A vacation is what you take when can no longer take what you've been taking."
|Stealing a kiss from the handsome-est dude on the trail ride.|
Four years ago, I was drifting. Flatlining, to be more precise.
Raised a wonderful daughter, sent her off to college and then knocked around a big, empty house, for an entire year, with nobody to talk to but... me.
|Heading into the Chuchillo Mountains, near Truth or Consequences, NM.|
|Me and my wonderful borrowed horse, Baby Rain.|
That unsuspecting woman had advertised that she leased horses to "experienced riders." So, we told her we were experts. (How hard could it be? :)
|My good friend Nancy. We would never have met, were it not for our love of horses.|
A sneaky move that opened a pandora's box of fun.
|Carol. My roomie on this ride and - dig this - she wears Harry Potter pajamas. I was so jealous!|
They bring out the Mom in you... Suddenly someone needed me again.
|There's always one show off in the bunch. :)|
But, here's the deal. Even when it comes to an alleged crisis, there's safety in numbers. On my very first trail ride, I met a fun group of women who called themselves the SADDLE SORE-ORITY.
And, whaddyaknow... These women had been looking for something new to do ~ their kids, like mine, were away at college, making it much harder to meddle in their lives.
|Los Alamos nuclear engineer. Cowgirl at heart.|
|Our handsome guide and his sidekick apprentice.|
Here's a little known secret:
It does NOT cost a fortune to enjoy this type of adventure.
You simply need to Google your little heart out ~ search for true benefit trail rides vs. tourist traps looking to make a fast buck. (These benefit trail rides often rent horses.)
|In a town of 12 people (not kidding)... we discovered this tiny Catholic Church.|
All of which went to support the Black Range Horse Camp for kids.
* Full Disclosure: The food was terrible. I mean really and truly terrible. (Leftover spaghetti for breakfast.) But, the camaraderie made up for everything. And, hey! I lost a pound or two...