Amanda and Spud
Our path wound by the empty Treventine mines, where I was kind of alarmed to watch my horse step over skeletons. Creepy for someone who lives back East and has never seen skeletons outside of museums or Hollywood movies! Back in the mountains, hooves trampling sagebrush released a heavy aroma and flowers of yellow, pink, lavender, and violet blue appeared in clumps.
Sam on Olie, Charlie riding Beans
My trusty steed, Black Tail (his eye makes him look kind of wild)
By the end of our six-mile ride I had shin splints and one hell of a sore derrière. I still kissed Black Tail for not throwing me off like Willie did to his rider - we were all pretty shaken up after he did, worried that our horses would spook, but what's an adventure without fear of severe injury or death?
The dry summer heat had us all psyched for white water rafting with our guide Parker that afternoon. Getting soaked was awesome. Parker confided in us that if his tour group had a bad attitude, he would convince them of the need to paddle non-stop for the duration of the trip (whereas the more laid back folks would get by with just a stroke here and there). I guess he liked our gung-ho approach and I'll-try-anything-once attitude because we only paddled a couple of times every few minutes.
Painted on the wall inside:
"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water."
- Loren Eiseley
My family went rafting with the Yellowstone Raft Company and riding with Absaroka-Beartooth Outfitters in Gardiner, Montana.
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