![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Notes from the Happy Trails, Day 9
Happy breakfast! Trinh, Mark, Emma, and me on one side, Daniel, Chris, Justin and my dad on the other.
Matty's 17, John's in his early twenties. Cool guys.
At one point we were talking about boys who like doing girly stuff like ballet, etc, and somebody pointed out that although they may get teased by other males, sometimes guys who go into girls' fields/activities end up really doing rather well in ways that have very little to do with said fields/activities. Eg, as Chris used to say, guys who took Women's Studies, to "get in touch with their feminine sides, so they could get in touch with other peoples'... feminine sides."
John puts up his hand. "Oh yeah. English major here. You know, Shakespeare's not that interesting."
Justin was extremely impressed by the cowboys' belt buckles, prizes from various rodeo competitions they'd been in. Asked us to take pictures. So we did.
Emma and Justin getting Ginger and Skeeter ready to go.
Rollin' rollin' rollin', keep them horsies rollin', rawhide...
The squarish mountain you see in the distance is called Chief Mountain. We were told it's named that because it stands in front of the other mountains, as a chief would, leading them ahead. There are many legends associated with it, and one of them is that as long Chief Mountain stands firm, there shall be peace between the white man and the natives.
It's been crumbling precipitously lately. Nobody's terribly sure what this means.
We stopped here for our last trail lunch.
Then we headed back to the ranch. That's my father & Joker, Mark & Shawnee, Chris & Tex, Some Guy & Some Horse, Emma & Ginger, Justin & Skeeter, Cowboy & JustinProbablyRememberHis Horse'sName, John & Buck, Some Girl, and Daniel & Peanut.
Justin and Skeeter.
Daniel and Peanut.
Chris and Tex.
Sadly, nobody took any pictures of me and my horsie, Coco. ::sniff::
The folks who ran the rides had various pets running around, including a blue eyed cat and dog. Chris pointed out that the owner of the ranch had the exact same shade of blue eyes. Freaky. I suspect genetic modification.
Daniel, Emma and Justin. Laughing hysterically because Chris is being very careful to include the fresh mound of poo into the picture.
Yep, and he's mine, all mine. ::sigh::
no subject
If your sons learn to ride hunt seat, or any other discipline that uses English tack, I guarantee you, they will NEVER not have a date (or three). The ratio of men to women in English riding is +/- 0.5 to 20. (And a significant percentage of the guys riding hunters? Don't pitch for our team. So figure.)
Looks like fun. I'm glad this turned out as well as it did. :)
no subject