Love being a Cowboy

We drove up to Roosevelt Lodge last night to go to a "Cowboy Cookout". There are two ways to get to the cookout which is a couple of miles into Lamar Valley, by wagon or by horseback. Well, we decided to ride the horses. As we were driving to the Lodge Claire was telling me about her adventure riding a white horse. The last rider had broken his leg as the horse decided to lean up against a fence and the poor guy's leg got squished between the horse and the fence. Claire was given this horse and she was very scared to the point she would never want to get on a white horse again. Well now, there were at least 20 riders in our party. There was only one white horse. Guess who got the white horse? Claire. Her horse was named Pocko. At first she did not want this horse but as fate would put it, she got up on the horse. My horse was huge, and his name was Big Ed. The ride was great, up and down hills, narrow paths through the sage brush, over small wooden bridges, streams, and plenty of dust. When we got there the Wranglers were cooking cowboy coffee over an open fire, steaks were grilled, a cowboy was singing, and we all were having a great time. We left taking a different trail back to the corral which included a pretty good climb up a rather large hill then coming down the other side. When it was over I climbed down off Big Ed and walked bow legged back to our car. Claire has a nice black and blue mark on her........ As we were leaving the sun was setting and the moon was rising. What a day. "Happy Trails to You"