Wrapping up Wyoming for 2014, I took a cycling ride from the cabin to Bear Gulch. It was about seven miles with one thousand feet of climbing. These days, that’s a hard ride for me. At the top, the as far as I can go top, I sat on a rock and ate some local cherries we had purchased at a local farmer’s market.
Many of you who know horses may think they prefer to hang about the corral with their buds just waiting until it’s time to go out to pasture. However my I-phone horse translator tells me that this one was saying… “What do you mean you didn’t take me to Bear Gulch with all the sweet grass… Are you crazy ? ” My legs and lungs said I should have listened.
She always rode Sunday, a gentle white mare so eager to go. Sunday would prance in anticipation, loved to be first in line. I always rode Lad, dependable solid Lad. We would take them up through Folly Ranch past Bear Gulch and leaning way back in the saddle take them down the steep curving trail, where 4-wheel trucks inched over the rocks like caterpillars, to Rapid Creek. Read the rest of this entry »