Took a day off to go camping. Took my horse, Headlight and my blue heeler, Lucy; met my friend, Melissa, her horse, Armand and her mini-Aussie, Jappers. The four of us staked out a spot at Proctor Lake, near Comanche, TX, the evening before our planned ride. The night sky was, as always, perfect; we fixed quesadillas on the grill, star gazed and talked until…well, later than we shoulda!
Up early the next morning, we explored seemingly endless trails, stepped our horses into the lapping water of the lake, watched herons, egrets and circling vultures; scared up a deer and generally enjoyed the quiet cadence of our horses. Our dogs dutifully followed with their noses to the ground searching the new, wild scents. We spent several hours riding through the stands of cottonwood trees, across stretches of scrub bushes and into the cool, brackish water.
So, while riding quietly, I think of others not nearly as fortunate as I am at this moment…those who have life issues, health challenges, bad marriages, good for nothing kids, are deep in debt, hate their job, hate their spouse. Whew! I say a prayer for those. Yes, I’d have to say neither Melissa, nor I have any complaints. At this moment, life is good!
And, we didn’t even touch the entire maze of trails that are laid out at Proctor Lake. That’s for another day – we’ll be back!
From where I sit – in the driver’s seat – I realize the horse I’m hauling is someone’s “child,” a part of the family. I consider that a vast, perhaps daunting, responsibility.