Posts Tagged ‘horseback riding’

​Ok, the sun’s out. Let’s go for a ride. I’ll ride Lacy and I’ll put you on Cookie. She’s a sweetheart, goes well (and smoothly), and won’t do anything crazy. I’ll give you tips as we go, but if we’re in front, you’ll be fine. Horses always like to be the second or third in line. That way, if any monsters come, they’ll get the first horse and give the others time to get away. 🙂 Anyway, there are so many places to go that are difficult to get to otherwise, unless you have a four-wheel drive vehicle and walk after you can’t drive any farther.  Yes, I know the video appears to be sideways (for some unknown reason), but when you click on the arrow, it will show correctly.  Mine is not to wonder why.​

(Just changed my post title so I can join Six-Word Saturday. Glad you could come along for the ride.)

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Water is necessary for life.  Water can be relaxing and refreshing.  Water can be annoying (as in a drip) or devastating when it gets in where it shouldn’t.  Water can hold life in it or destroy life.  Water can grant life to living things.  Lack of water can stunt growth or kill plants, animals or humans.  Water can be beautiful or terrible.  But we must all have it.

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts about our time in Wyoming this year, there’s been plenty of water…in the form of winter snow, without which life here suffers, and in rain.  Consequently the grass is green and the flowers abundant and when we ride on certain trails, the sound of water is a thing of joy, whether in the chuckling and burbling of a stream or the louder music of river over rocks.

One of our favorite rides is through cow camp, where 21st century cowboys use old methods of herding cattle.  Cow camp is at the bottom of a very long, steep road and filled with things the seem specifically made to produce fear in a horse–tents, doors that might swing open, a chuck wagon, a fire pit; all sorts of “things.”  But starting at cow camp and running for some distance along the trail is Little Goose River, this year swelled by the abundant snow and rain.  We don’t take many photos there because in many places there’s not much room to dismount or mount again.  But we pause now and then to take what pictures we’re able to get on horseback while reveling in the sound of the water tumbling over rocks and laughing as it goes.

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Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
~Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

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The first thing to do is ride.  That, at least, is my theory, and today it worked perfectly.  I’ve loved horses my entire life and to have virtually unlimited places to ride without being near “civilization” is one of the primary joys of vacation in the Big Horns.  During the winter, the saddles and bridles are stored in the cabin, so the first order of business is to get them out, loaded into the van and driven to the corral to deposit in the tack room, “tack” being the term the equipment used for riding.

I have no idea how many hours or days I’ve spent just hanging around at the corral, watching the horses interact, or talking with people.  Horses are very much like teens.  They have cliques, bullies and bullied, like to sleep and prefer to be doing nothing but eating.  But to be on one, on a trail surrounded by nature, on the lookout for deer, moose or other wildlife and to feel free is a glorious feeling.  Today we went out at just the right time, getting back as the rain began to fall.  Which left us with a variety of pleasant post-lunch choices:  nap, read, sit on the porch listening to the rain on the porch roof, work a puzzle, think about meals (NO!!) or something else.  Normally hiking or, in the case of Bill, biking, would be one the agenda but it’s raining.  Since my internet connection is working well now, my choice (after reading for a bit on the porch listening to the rain) is to get my post done and scheduled. Then it’s back to a), b), c), d), or all of the above).  No wrong answers on this test.

Taking it easy in the corral...

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View from horseback…

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More views from the saddle, views of which I never tire…

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Aha!  I’ve done it and with only one loss of internet connection.  I’ll schedule this quickly and then back to my regular program of reading, alternating with watching wildlife/flowers/scenery and drinking tea.  See you again tomorrow.

This vacation is unusual in more than just being in a new country. It’s also the one of the very few times we’ve done a tour of any kind, other than our own. Yesterday, we did two.

Since we love to ride, the horseback riding tour grabbed our attention immediately. The man at the desk, when told we were good riders, recommended a new tour, Cowboy Tours, run by a friend. He asked, “You like to gallop?” When we said yes, he booked the tour.
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