My experience today was so great that I can't even put into words what it meant to me. I lived a dream today. I rode a horse - a beauty named Ranger Rick - not in a ring but on a trail through the woods. We walked, we trotted, we cantered through water, through a beautiful stand of Hemlocks (my dad's favorite), past a magical little cabin in the woods with a pond and patch of daffodils from someone's long ago garden. There were ghosts of fence posts that, I imagine, once bordered pasture that had stood there. There were trails upon trails upon trails. I easily felt in my heart as if I were galloping through the wild, wild west. Well, except a lot more tree covered and a lot less flat. Ranger Rick was amazing - it was if he understood me, that I was new at this and just a little bit nervous. I love that horse. I trusted him which is saying A LOT! At one point, he started to swing his head because he wanted to catch up with his buddies Phoenix and Sundance. My first reaction was a nanosecond of panic but then it was as if Ranger told me that it would be ok. And it was. I took this trailride with a new friend and her daughter. I've only known them for three weeks but it feels as if we grew up together. She cares for her horses that way that I hope to care for my own horse someday.