Folks, let's face it, I should've been a cowgirl. Sadly I grew up in American Fork, Utah where ranches and farms are a bit in the lacking... however I was lucky enough to have grandparents that lived down the street who owned horses my entire life and an awesome grandpa who took me on all sorts of rides with him in the mountains. Thus grew my love of the equine.
In college I had the fantastic idea of joining the Horseback Discovery Program and honestly I consider it one of the best decisions I have ever made. For an entire summer I rode horses with the group pictured above and made some truly wonderful friends because of it - also took home a fond memory or two.
Horses are beautiful creatures. Nothing quite compares to the feeling of being up in the saddle, the feel of leather reins in your hands, boots secure in the stirrup and the sight of wild country in all directions. You shouldn't even have to be a 'country' person to appreciate this kind of stuff! I mean in all seriousness!
My grandpa put down his last horse a few months ago and yes - it made me sad, but no, it is not the end of my horse adventures. Like the dreamy, dewy eyed newlyweds that the hubbs and I are, we picture ourselves owning a little farm someday. With a milk cow named Rosie, a few horses and lots and lots of land. Wide open spaces for all our little overall wearing children to run across and explore.
Day 6 is all about the horses and my someday dreams...... two things that make me very happy.
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