Giddy Up in New Mexico
There’s been a lot of talk about horses on this trip. Luna has a serious case of equine obsession and has spent the last couple of years learning how to ride and care for horses. Our road trip through the Southwest USA has taken us through the heart of horse country and cowboy culture. And we've seen plenty of horses along the way. As the landscapes change across Utah into Colorado and now from northern to southern New Mexico, the iconic profile of the horse is a constant.
My father bought a piece of land ten years ago in southern New Mexico, about a three hour drive from my hometown of El Paso. When the adjacent horse farm and ranch house went up for sale, he purchased the lot next door which came with houses, pastures and paddocks. He decided not to take on the horses, but he does have a tractor.
So when we arrived at the ranch, Luna was itching to get back on a horse. So we all decided to go for it. We borrowed boots and hats from my Dad and got ready to ride.
We drove up to Bonito Lake to the same stables where I used to ride as a kid during summer trips to this part of southern New Mexico. Each one of us got a horse (including the 6 year old cowboy) and we were off for a wonderful trail ride up a alpine valley filled with Ponderosa pines and a babbling creek making its way through patches of late November snow.
It was great to get out together as a family, each of us riding on the very animal that we had talked about in great length as we drove through the Southwest.
My father bought a piece of land ten years ago in southern New Mexico, about a three hour drive from my hometown of El Paso. When the adjacent horse farm and ranch house went up for sale, he purchased the lot next door which came with houses, pastures and paddocks. He decided not to take on the horses, but he does have a tractor.
So when we arrived at the ranch, Luna was itching to get back on a horse. So we all decided to go for it. We borrowed boots and hats from my Dad and got ready to ride.
We drove up to Bonito Lake to the same stables where I used to ride as a kid during summer trips to this part of southern New Mexico. Each one of us got a horse (including the 6 year old cowboy) and we were off for a wonderful trail ride up a alpine valley filled with Ponderosa pines and a babbling creek making its way through patches of late November snow.
It was great to get out together as a family, each of us riding on the very animal that we had talked about in great length as we drove through the Southwest.
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