When you’re in a mountain valley with no line of sight to cell towers, how does one make a phone call? Head up to the phone-booth.
You can ride up on the mountain bike, or take the car, or go natural. But a one horse powered vehicle is a pretty good way to mix technologies.
Here’s hoping you can sometimes un-plug.
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.
They say that the lead view is best, and on a horse I can agree with that.
But the view from behind can be pretty good too.
It matters where you are.
May you always take time to see the view.
Rest and recovery is as important as action.
Horses are alot like people. On a horse ranch, they need to work. That means a commute each morning. Some are leaders
Some trot behind.
And of course there’s always a joker in the bunch.
Some are content to mosey in, just like some people I work with…
Horses even have cliques, here Chief ( red ) tells Lacey and Sunday this cubicle is taken. Don’t they look mean with their ears back? A bit like my daughters when I told them “Nothing good happens after midnight.”
Just like us, these horses work every day. But don’t feel too bad, they winter running free on a huge ranch. I wonder if like me, they wish they could prance away from responsibility?
May your work bring you pleasure.
As we pulled away from the mountain I glanced into the meadow and saw these horses moving with alacrity to the corral.
A minute later I saw why the hurry.
Maybe horses are like dreams, sometimes they wander aimlessly, and sometimes we herd them.
We have this Toyota van – it’s been alot of places on some tough roads with almost 200,000 miles ( 320,000K )
When it stops we will have had our money’s worth.
The Saddles are clean…
The Riding done…
the last smiles tucked away…
then we return and I wonder why I don’t live here and vacation back there…
We made it up the mountain and got in a ride or two..
The mountain is dry, quite a bit different than the green flowery spring.
Later I was riding my mountain bike back from a forty minute ascent up the Redgrade Road when I looked into our valley and thought some of our sorrows come from not filling our lives with enough good things.