Headed north! The Mesquite is blooming. It’s long yellow tassels heavy with pollen, release a slight hint of sweet aroma wafting in through my truck windows as I speed through West Texas pulling three of the trip’s horses, Fireball, Samuel and Zeus. Lone Star Radio is playing the country music that makes you think about old loves. A random jack rabbit scoots to cross the road in front of me and scissor tail flycatchers chase each other along the fences that line the highway. I have passed wonderful names of towns like Paint Rock, Eden and Happy, Texas. Looking across the horizon the little girl in me says “this has just gotta be Comanche country”
I think about my favorite book in elementary school written by Mari Sandoz called The Horse Catcher. It fed and nurtured my imagination to think this is where the story could have taken place. Prairie dogs wave as I pass them further feeding my imagination
. I’m on an adventure and it keeps me young. Spending the night at a horse hotel in Pampa, Texas and on to Denver in the morning.