It all started when Renate was going to be heading south this winter. I convinced her to lay over at my old place (aka where my mom, Gatsby, and Cowboy are) and she convinced me I needed to come visit while she did that. Of course we laid on the peer pressure and had excellent timing with it and convinced Leah to come along.
The most impressive part is we are all mounted in this photo
Pretty much as soon as I got off the plane Renate asked if I wanted to go for a ride before we had to go back and get Leah. Of course I said yes, because I adore those trails and miss them all the freaking time. And because we are assholes we took a bunch of pictures to send to Leah knowing that when she hit her layover she would be so mad at us.
Most magical mascot came along for non-horse adventures
I was crashing so hard by the time Leah got in, because I was at about 23 hours of being up at that point due to my early flight and the three hour time difference. Unfortunately for Renate and Leah that did not translate into me actually sleeping in so they started getting messages from me whining about being all by myself. I am kind of a pest when I am left unattended for too long.
I really miss this backyard
We played tourist and then took a short ride down to the lake. If you want actual details go read Leah's blog. She's a lot less lazy than me. The following day I made Leah have a meltdown because we had talked about doing a photoshoot on the beach and I brought no appropriate clothes. Seriously my better breeches had a hole in them from running into brush the previous day. I was riding in half chaps and tennis shoes. I couldn't decide if Leah was going to cry or try to strangle me. I was hoping for the strangling because I am not sure she's tall enough to reach my neck. After much scrounging, she managed to put together a "passable" outfit and off we went. Her pictures were absolutely stunning.
Look how adorable Leah made the hot messes look
The poor boys were very out of shape and Cowboy was a bit sore, so we opted to give them the next day off and played with Vesta aka the unicorn. On our final full day, I had to take Leah up into the hills since she hadn't been yet. Renate requested that we avoid rocks because she had a nightmare about a stone bruise. So I took them on the sand hill trail, which thankfully the side we climbed wasn't the sandy side since that would have been too much for the boys. They were very thankful for the break at the top while we took pictures.
Such a fun weekend
Sadly, I had an early flight out the next morning and missed out on the final ride of the weekend. But I did manage to shove my new ogilvys into my backpack, while Leah ended up having to check two bags. I unloaded a lot of crap on her. And that might also be why she had outfits and I was wearing ratty breeches all weekend. Then when I arrived home I was greeted with the winter storm and 11" of snow, but at least I had pictures to look back on.
