Buckskin

They call this type of horse a buckskin and they are mighty purrrty.

One of these fine days I'm gonna wake up and buy myself one. And then I shall saddle it up and ride away into the wilderness... never to return...

As a child, I lived down the street from my redneck grandparents and grew up around their horses. However I didn't really learn to appreciate the joy of riding until I was in my high school years. As a sophomore I began trail riding with my grandpa in the summers and fell in love with it. There is truly something wonderful about the feel of leather between your fingers, your feet in the stirrups, feeling the horse breathing from beneath you and ascending higher and higher into the trees. Smelling the pines, closing your eyes and feeling the breeze of the mountain air kiss your face. There is nothing, nothing else like it.

I will not pretend to be an accomplished cowgirl. I have never ridden the rodeo, I've never been on a cattle drive. I can't rope and I can't barrel race, but my love of horsemanship and riding has and continues to grow each day and I hope that as I grow older I will be able to continue to immerse myself in the lifestyle.

Horses are something very deep and personal to me. It seems a bit silly I guess, but in a lot of ways they represent changes and choices that I've made that have shaped me into who I am and have brought me to where I am today.

I'll try not to get too cheesetastic on you guys, but honestly horses brought me closer to my grandparents and through riding with them I have been able to spend more time with them and become closer to them than I ever would have otherwise. It has brought me a lot closer to my family and has helped me figure out who I am and what I am to become.

Ok there's my cheesy tidbit.

Alright yeehaw! Giddy up ya'll.