We caravan down to his stable, call in the horses for grain and prepare our tack. Tim chooses a tall buckskin for me named Bubba based on my claim of moderate experience. I did mention most of my recent experience involves being thrown through the air. We headed out on a dirt road at a walk, crossed a field of knee high grass at a trot and the looked up at the mountain we were about to climb. Keep a loose rein and keep telling them how great they are, he told us. Charlotte and I were game, so up we went- leaning forward, occasional switchback and hoping nobody slipped or startled. I thought the hills my horse and I climbed as a kid were crazy but then, I’d never been to Colorado! Finally, we reached the top and turned to survey the world below us. The fields and woods and mountains spread out before us like some crazy dream. We turned to travel on. We walked through woods, galloped through fields, viewed snowcapped mountains and told stories. We got to know each other a bit. We laughed and sang. We took turns in the lead with Tim’s dog Hank leading the way. It was a sad day when, after 4 hours, we finally turned and headed back to the barn. I’ll never be able to enjoy a nose to tail trail ride again. I’m in love. I wanted to be here and do this forever.
I headed back to town and wandered around a bit. I was still on that high, still up in those mountains. A light dinner and I headed back to my new hotel- no smell and a great view! I reported in to my contact in the east and made a snap decision, I had to do it again! So I called Tim, who thought I was probably in my room icing my butt (didn’t tell him I already did!), and arranged to ride again the next day! Am I crazy? Sure, you all know that!