Then a draft team came by and caught her attention!
Oh to be so limber...
And THIS is the reason Hilary actually got up and came to the parade... this is Frances. She is 92. We first met her about 12 years ago when Andria and I went on our first Arizona Desert Riders Wickenburg Ride... as trail rides go, we rode and chatted with Frances for a bit, and then things shifted, but when we got back to camp Andria said "You know that lady Frances, Mom? When I grow up, I want to be JUST LIKE HER!" And my response was, SO DO I!!!
Our friends Carol and Frankie were also in the group, with their horses Penny and Dusty. Dusty has a story too... Carol called us when his mom went into labor and although he was already up and about before we could drive over there, Andria and I were his first visitors! AND, he is my Luna's nephew! (Even though he is 3 years older than her!) Dusty's father is Luna's half-brother (same stud).
I even convinced Hilary to take the camera and get a picture of me! And if you look closely you can see SHERMAN riding with me! During the whole parade, every time I would hear someone on the side laugh out loud, I would look and they would be pointing at Sherman :)
All in all it was a good, good morning!
The End ;)
2 comments:
The pictures are wonderful; especially the 92 year old lady still riding. But, I must say, I love "the end" the best. That needs to be framed!!!
I came here from Mikey's blog and saw this post. I'm almost 53 and am always worried my riding days might end any day now but Frances has renewed my hope to not give up the ghost yet. I bet she has some great stories to tell.
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