Sunday March 25 2012
Last time I hooked up with Stoner was in January in Arizona. We went on a fantasy flight through the desert.
We got back together again for some Colorado Rocky Mountain highs with some dear friends:
Kevin and Far
Rusty and Quake
Garrett and The mighty Fury
The foothills of the Rocky Mountains are not for pansies. They are for the fleet of foot, and the humongous of hearts.
We trotted, cantered, galloped up mountains as if they were molehills, 15 miles of bliss. We flew together again, Stoner and I, through the Rockies, on the wings of a lithe, lovely endurance horse.
Thanks once again my friend!