Wrangler Dani

I have an irrational fear. I’m so afraid that I will have spent a great portion of my life and passions on something that I’m not good at and never

I pulled up in my dusty truck, tired and stiff from five hours in the car on top of a long week of ranch-work.  I was barely in the gate

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut0WDb-xzks&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1] I’ve been singing this song for days in a squeaky voice and it cracks me up. Every. Time. I have other things to tell you, but more pressing things

Part 1 and Part 2 are around here somewhere… A couple of weeks later, we had another horse camp.  April was allowed to return on a strict “first-strike-you’re-out” policy, as

Part 1 is HERE. One night, around midnight, campers were tucked in their bunks and the whole ranch was peaceful, taking time to itself after a long day.  The only

I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a long time now, and I realized the other day that this was really my first intro to Therapeutic Riding, though I

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion. -Ralph Waldo Emerson I hinted

…but it’s much more complicated than I thought.  To write about it, anyways. Yesterday I wrote a description of a running horse herd in an open pasture and found myself

As in “home, home on”, not “to fry bacon on”. But still.  Someday, I’d really like to go to this.

“We’re taking the cows to auction Monday.” “What?!” Mom’s voice kept going, but I didn’t hear her. The price of hay, the work involved – all sensible reasons to sell