|Wild Asters in the New Mexico Backcountry.|
I like to celebrate birthdays once every 3 years (vs. annually) as I've discovered that makes growing older much more palatable. I'm surprised this hasn't caught on with more people because I've been 39 for like... forever. And, that's okay by me.
|Rabbit brush speckles the desert landscape.|
I suppose there are no 'best things' about growing old. Unless, of course, we're talkin' midlife crisis. Because those are a whole lotta fun.
|A+ for amazing effort? This pretty brush rooted itself in a small crack in the boulder.|
|We cantered our pretty ponies through some astonishing landscapes.|
√ Met some amazing women who, like me, firmly believe horses are the fountain of youth.
√ Pigged out at a wild west Dutch Oven cookout.
√ Partially conquered my fear of snakes:
And! I shot a real live pistol. A Colt something or other.
Didn't hit the target, didn't even come close. But, I pulled the trigger. And, I only screamed a little bit because it was so loud.
Plus, I learned a very valuable lesson in life. With respect to that proverbial fountain of youth? Riding horses works... wrinkle creams do not.
"Repeat after me, Wendy, let's never grow up." ~ Peter Pan