Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Words in the Week: Nov. 28th
With a few more days left in November, I like to keep thoughts of being thankful in focus for awhile longer with this quote:
"A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues." ~Cicero
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Small Stone #17: Ice skating
Two hours of skating on the ice and
I feel it.
But my little girl laughed
and I laughed with her,
playing games in the cold
and I don't even notice.
I feel it.
But my little girl laughed
and I laughed with her,
playing games in the cold
and I don't even notice.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Riding in the snow
Recently my husband, son and I went for a horse ride up in the mountains. The day was warm and we wanted to get at least one more ride in before we had too much snow. Snow wasn't on our minds when we left our house, for although we had already had our first storm, warm days had melted it away. Only the very peaks of the mountains showed the evidence of our first storms of the season.
We had decided in advance that we would ride up the Pole Creek Trail, a trail that leads back into the Wind River Mountains. As our truck began to make the pull up the mountain, and ice and snow covered the road, we began to wonder if our choice in locations was a wise one.
We bundled up and went anyways.
The horses slugged through the snow, breathing heavily as the trail holds a gradual climb.
I had never ridden in snow along a mountain trail before. My little boy sat in front of me and as we moved through the trees I felt as though I could have been a mountain man or a squaw following her man on their way to a new camp.
The woods were silent other than a few birds. My son talked most of the time and we could hear the breathing of the horses. In several places we saw elk tracks where a herd had moved through. A snowshoe hare darted in front of us, and at one point our lead horse stopped abruptly when a moose quickly moved deeper into the forest.
We went quite a ways down the trail. I could have ridden for miles and miles, but the cool air and the tired horses signaled our time to turn around.
Life stories come out of our many experiences, and our day of riding in the snow will be tucked away in my mind for may years to come.
We had decided in advance that we would ride up the Pole Creek Trail, a trail that leads back into the Wind River Mountains. As our truck began to make the pull up the mountain, and ice and snow covered the road, we began to wonder if our choice in locations was a wise one.
We bundled up and went anyways.
The horses slugged through the snow, breathing heavily as the trail holds a gradual climb.
I had never ridden in snow along a mountain trail before. My little boy sat in front of me and as we moved through the trees I felt as though I could have been a mountain man or a squaw following her man on their way to a new camp.
The woods were silent other than a few birds. My son talked most of the time and we could hear the breathing of the horses. In several places we saw elk tracks where a herd had moved through. A snowshoe hare darted in front of us, and at one point our lead horse stopped abruptly when a moose quickly moved deeper into the forest.
We went quite a ways down the trail. I could have ridden for miles and miles, but the cool air and the tired horses signaled our time to turn around.
Life stories come out of our many experiences, and our day of riding in the snow will be tucked away in my mind for may years to come.
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