Post by hotspot on Aug 13, 2008 16:44:08 GMT -5
Arin:
after leaving Berryhill, i cut across the road, wound throught the woods to the trails, and then veered up the slope. i knew that i would intersect Glacier Ridge soon, and fly seemed to trust me- leaping like a deer over logs and brush, we fairly flew. "You're amazing, girl!" i whispered to her, as she picked her way neatly through a rockslide on nimble feet. no matter how skittish she was while idle, her talent and composure out here, where ti really mattered, made up for it all.
eventually, we did reach the trail, but i wasn't inclined to keep on riding it all the way until Sterling. i needed some time to brood, alone- or with my horse. i steered Fly down a deer trail on the other side of the ridge, through some trees, adn into a peaceful little glade. the late afternoon sun dappled the ground with shadows from the lodgepole pines, and i tethered Fly with a longe rope to a stout tree. she had a nice area to graze in, and seemed content. i climbed onto the lowest limb of a paper pine, one that looked massive compared to the slender lodgepoles surrounding it. concealed entirely by the dense needles, i leaned against the flaky trunk, rested my head on my knees, and thought.
i didn't have long to think. from my perch, i could hear someone- on horseback- making their way up the way i had come. as the needles on the final screen of trees parted, i could make out a bay horse, but the rider was blocked from view.
after leaving Berryhill, i cut across the road, wound throught the woods to the trails, and then veered up the slope. i knew that i would intersect Glacier Ridge soon, and fly seemed to trust me- leaping like a deer over logs and brush, we fairly flew. "You're amazing, girl!" i whispered to her, as she picked her way neatly through a rockslide on nimble feet. no matter how skittish she was while idle, her talent and composure out here, where ti really mattered, made up for it all.
eventually, we did reach the trail, but i wasn't inclined to keep on riding it all the way until Sterling. i needed some time to brood, alone- or with my horse. i steered Fly down a deer trail on the other side of the ridge, through some trees, adn into a peaceful little glade. the late afternoon sun dappled the ground with shadows from the lodgepole pines, and i tethered Fly with a longe rope to a stout tree. she had a nice area to graze in, and seemed content. i climbed onto the lowest limb of a paper pine, one that looked massive compared to the slender lodgepoles surrounding it. concealed entirely by the dense needles, i leaned against the flaky trunk, rested my head on my knees, and thought.
i didn't have long to think. from my perch, i could hear someone- on horseback- making their way up the way i had come. as the needles on the final screen of trees parted, i could make out a bay horse, but the rider was blocked from view.
