My life is a string of memories horseback. 8 years old running around bareback in the mountains playing indian princesses....... 12, a pack trip with my dad getting rained on for 6 days straight.....16, a bag of franzia, four horses, four gals, and a campfire on top of a mountain...... 22, Riding into the arena carrying flags with a bunch of other queens as Miss Rodeo Montana........ 23, a wagon train ride with some ranchy chicks, warm beer, and more rain....... 24, spinning steers for my man............. 25, riding colts in the desert with my best friend......
When I was living in the city I could have had an insane partying social life, eaten at any fancy restaurant, gone to sporting events, pool parties, and pub crawls. But in my four months there, I was like a fish out of water. All I could think about was how I wanted to come back home and go rope with my boyfriend, or grab some girls and go ride. I came to realize that all I needed to make me happy was good horses and good friends surrounding me.
True happiness doesn't always have to be complicated. It can be as simple as riding beside the person you love on a good horse. It's starting a colt and seeing a fine horse evolve. It's working cows and yelling at eachother. It's you and a special horse working as a team to get a job done. This is it for me. Simple. Refreshing. Cowgirl life. Thanking God every day for it.
