Harses harses harses...

A P.E.O. sister of mine invited us out to her horse ranch in Cocolalla, Idaho, last weekend, and to bring our friends and family. I love directions that instruct you to watch the mile markers along the side of the road, simply because there aren't really any other roads or landmarks to tell you when you're close. The drive was just as beautiful as anything else we would see that day. Also to note is the appropriate music we listened to on the drive up: "Horse With No Name" by America. Much to this aunt's delight, 8-year-old Rachel knew all the words.

None of the horses on this ranch were ready for ordinary people like us to ride. Many were pregnant, others were just being broken. Rachel and Rebecca were just excited to get up close.