The Things in between

There are things inbetween what has been my attempt to travel from Colorado to Washington...things to see and do and people to meet. This part of the story was nearly amiss because I thought by my own conviction that I was writing about a cross country horse ride. But I've realized this now is my story, it's all of it. It's the waiting, the going broke and looking for work, the hurt as I am turned away or chased away, and it's the new invitation or the weekend trip to Jackson Hole for the chance to be young and disregard responsability and then the heart ache as I say goodbye to new friends.

Whether I'm on roads, on hoof, over sagebrush chasing cows, in trucks with cowboys, in tour vans among band members, in suburbans clasping fountain sodas with wide open windows and a Lola tongue flapping through the air at 65 miles per hour, on drunken poker rides wherein Budweisers replaced morning coffee, or at a dinner table with a new friend that originally did not know me from Adam but who now is the keeper of my heart, i am at home and at the same time so far from home. These are things I didn't expect when once upoon a time I thought I'd take some horses and my dog and trek across the county, but they are the things and experiences that I've come to regard as my life now on the road.



Lola loving big country



relics of history hanging on the cabin wall



the Farson dump...soon to be relics of history




Farson dump.  Escaping bed frames.




My good friend Doc Foster and me.



At the Pinedale Rendevouz



Income!  While on the trail!  Thank you Little Sandy Grazing Association!



Goodnight Pony



Whoops.  That was my doing.  Clearly I have more experience riding horses than I do do driving them around.



Inside my tent



Outside the tent



One of the major food groups while on the road, and activities- beer and mountain lakes.



The Bonderant Poker Ride



Poker riding...



still...



the bronc-y horse they gave me for the day, Eddie.  He behaved though.  Only once did he think about bucking, but I learned too much from Doc Foster to let him get away with that.