But he didn’t have no name. He had a name, and his name was Whiskey. The radio silence for the past few days was due to my Memorial Day adventure vacation! Tim and I loaded up the dogs and met our friends out in Terlingua, Texas (aka desert in the middle of no where) to see Big Bend National Park.
The only mountains I’ve ever seen are basically the Appalachian mountains and other similar mountains/foothills on the east coast, so this desert Mars like landscape was both shocking and beautiful to me.
One of the highlights of our trip was a 2 hour trail ride through the desert at sunset. Usually I’m the nerd who wants to go on the over priced vacation pony rides, but this time our two friends who traveled with us wanted to go trail riding and I eagerly found a nice stable with fat, well cared for horses and set the adventure up.
When we signed our waivers and paid for the trip, riders over the age of 15 had the option to wear a helmet or not. I took the helmet option, thinking that I can’t exactly blog about helmet safety and be pro-helmet but choose not to wear one on vacation. Tim and my two friends ended up choosing helmets as well and the trail guy said this was the 1st time all adults chose to wear helmets on a trail ride. He thought we were ridiculous, but whatever – spooks and trips happen even on the world’s best trail horses (and I do think Whiskey qualifies as a world’s best trail horse).
The ride was pretty much amazing. We started off at 7 in the blistering 100+ degree heat, but after 30-45 minutes the sun started to set and the wind picked up… so it was very pleasant.
I can’t tell you how impressed I was by these trail horses. Some of the trails went on straight up solid rock…
We also walked up itty bitty narrow trails covered in rocks up giant hills. I mean, pretty significant drop on one side and a cliff on the other side. The horses all had excellent feet, excellent shoeing and knew the terrain well… but damn it was an intense trail to this wussy hunter/jumper rider.
The longer we rode, the prettier it got. The sun turned the desert red around us.
And lucky for me, I got lots of pictures because Whiskey was the perfect trail horse and all I had to do was sit there and put some leg on when he wanted to stop and snack… which was often. Apparently desert horse eat all kinds of thorny bushes and things that I’m pretty sure Simon would not identify as food at all.
The highlight of this sunset ride was of course, the sunset. It was pretty and peaceful and everything you’d expect of a 103 degree day in the desert.
My vacation was very action packed with a lot of activities, and although we had a blast I’m glad to be back home in my normal routine. I even feel a bit refreshed for work! Did y’all get up to anything fun over Memorial Day weekend?