Our trail guide’s name was Hank, and he started off our trek by yelling, “Hey there, cowgirl! Show that horse who’s boss!” I used the whipping technique he showed me, and Vodka shot forward with a fast trot. Hank yelled, “Whoo-wee, Cowgirl! You’re a mean one! I love it!” From that moment on, Hank and I were best friends.Read More
The name resonates in my brain, and I cry, and laugh, and feel AngerAndHappinessAndPain all at once.