My barn has a really awesome group of people. The age range is roughly 22 – 52, yet everybody gets along and has a great time together. Really when you mix good people with horses & wine, there’s no chance for anything to go south! One of these awesome ladies summers in Taos, New Mexico. Before the temperatures started to climb this summer, we bid her goodbye as she loaded up her two horses and headed north. “Come visit me!” she said at the barn goodbye dinner.
So here’s the thing about me – if you are a cool person and you live somewhere cool and you invite me, I’m going to show up… and that’s how we found ourselves driving to New Mexico last weekend for an impromptu vacation.
I have a lot of pictures about the trip, but not a lot to say about it. That’s not because I didn’t have a good time or was bored – far from it! There were scenic views, natural hot springs, amazing meals, great wine and of course… ponies.
Adventure trail riding tends to give me heart palpations these days, but my friend hooked me up with a rock solid trail horse that plodded along perfectly. We went trail riding in the land surrounding my friend’s property, which backs up to the Rio Grande Gorge.
It’s hard to tell from the pictures, but the land goes from flat and safe to HUGE GIANT DROP that goes down 800 feet. The mare I was riding has Wobbler Syndrome, and although she was pretty rock solid moving forward she tended to … well, wobble while grazing.
I may be smiling in these pictures but I’m thinking, I wonder who will settle my estate when we both wobble down into the gorge and are never heard from again. That’s a pretty baller way to go out though…
Maybe the real reason I don’t have much to write about my mini vacation is that it aptly served as a time for my brain to reset. I watched the sky around my friend’s property over the days I was there. It ranged from clear blue, to an angry gray and a vibrant red. With no agenda and no access to my “real life” in Austin, I relaxed and laughed. Made new friends. Listened to interesting people. Settled into the scrub like the rabbits and other wildlife surrounding the house.
To put it simply, I recharged with a group of good hearted people.
On our drive home through the mountains, my friend and I saw a huge stag on the side of the road. He was halfway up the mountain, and paused as we drove by with one of his front feet poised above the rocks. His massive antlers were still covered in velvet, but he wasn’t a young guy.
When I pointed him out to my friend, she called him a Patronus. I’ve never been a huge Harry Potter fan, so I then had to ask her what a Patronus was. When she explained it was a guardian to save you from harm, I joked if we could go halfsies on the deer we just saw. The stag slipped into the shroud of the woods, and my car rolled down the curves of the mountain on its journey home. I rested my head against the glass of my passenger window, and for a little while thought everything might be okay.