Colorado

So there we were…. On top of a mountain, riding horses in the beautiful landscape of the Rockies. Fall colors all around us. It was just as we had hoped. It was a last story from the beautiful state we’ve lived in for so many years

And then came the rain…..Or the torrential down pour and freezing hail It’s pelting us from above. The horses are walking sideways down a steep slope of the hillside to turn their faces away from the shooting, freezing hail and wind. My horse reared its head just a bit and suddenly I had flashbacks of being a teenager being thrown from a horse. Luckily, before anything actually disastrous actually occurred our wise trail guide received a phone call from his even wiser and more afraid of injury lawsuit boss. I guess neither was looking forward to their guests being thrown down a hillside. So we dismounted our horses, made feeble attempts to cover our heads from the aforementioned pelting hail, and walk the mile back down to the trailhead. We had every reason to be upset or at least discontent but all we could do was belly laugh our way down the river, I mean trail. We think it may be a perfect last story for all our adventures as Coloradans.