Horses and riding have always allured me, and the intellectual side of myself has, from time to time, tried to figure out — Why?
What calls my Soul to horses? Why is it that nothing else will quite do?
Join me on my quest to discover what it is, and why, us horse people must ride.
California: Pacific Crest Trail, off Liebre Mountain — Springtime, 2002.
Buckeyes are just beginning to pop with small brilliant lime-green ‘palm trees’ bursting out at the end of the branches.
The tree we pass now is overgrown and grabbing for my face; I duck hurriedly and just miss it.
Now we glide past gooseberries with stalks of shiny green leaves and delicate red florets. Now more buckeyes. Now a grove of clustered, densely-packed oaks with textured gray bark and bluish leaves.
This is one of my favorite places, a steep incline at the Northern reaches of the Angeles National forest, above the vast Mojave Desert and the great Tejon Ranch.
Time stands still on this edge of forest rim, except for the constant changing drama of the seasons....