Horses lend us the wings we lack.

In riding a horse we borrow freedom.

The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Rodeo Rider

Back from the second annual rodeo up in Purple Valley and once again, had a blast.  This year I was more prepared with my authentic western saddle, western shirt, cowboy hat and boots. Sheylan, my cowpony was on her best behaviour and seemed ready for each event with the competitiveness I had thought she lost years ago when retired.  No bucking, no bolting, she was on fire. We even did the dash for cash- we weren't as fast as those quarter horses, but we did as best we could for the run for money.  These events are totally foreign to us, galloping from a dead halt, turning on a dime and maneuvering swiftly around barrels but our horses caught on quickly. Still didn't manage to get my fiance - yes, fiance! (we got engaged two weeks prior at the lake) - to compete. Maybe next year?!?

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