...And getting dolled up in western wear, vigilante style (Betty's favorite look currently.)
...And heading out for a trail ride on a cloudy Spring day, shrouded in matching knee-length dusters. Don't forget the cool helmets...
Our amazing accessories were covered, but we would remain warm, dry and brain-damage free.
We warmed up our sweaty, farting, muscular men...i.e. the geldings we would be riding that day, part of the herd of Tennessee Walking Horses belonging to Dunrovin Ranchdown in LoLo...Here's a link if you want a trailriding adventure to call you own:
://www.dunrovinranchmontana.com/
Lael sported yacht-style shades with her buckskin spirit pouch...always a rebel, that Lael.
We ran up a trail in the mountains, like renegade horsewomen on the run from fashion wrong-doers. We were surrounded by blossoming wildflowers and groves of larch.
This was Aimee's dude...Rocket Man's his name. Galloping is his game. He also enjoyed eating trees and pokey bushes.
Lael spent the afternoon on the large and gentle Charger.
Lael sported yacht-style shades with her buckskin spirit pouch...always a rebel, that Lael.
We ran up a trail in the mountains, like renegade horsewomen on the run from fashion wrong-doers. We were surrounded by blossoming wildflowers and groves of larch.
This was Aimee's dude...Rocket Man's his name. Galloping is his game. He also enjoyed eating trees and pokey bushes.
Lael spent the afternoon on the large and gentle Charger.
Suzanne and Jamie were our fearless guides, along with Suzanne's loyal lady, Jewel.
Maura and her Animal soulmate Whiskey almost ran off into the wilderness to live a life of solitude together, but instead she just gave him a good rub down after our adventure.
Maura and her Animal soulmate Whiskey almost ran off into the wilderness to live a life of solitude together, but instead she just gave him a good rub down after our adventure.
Nanda rode Smokey. He was tall. He was sweet. And he had the most pretty eyes in the world. He's also a movie star.
We sauntered our sore groins over to The Lumberjack when we were done to wet our whistles.
Grahm Parsons and Johnny Cash serenaded us as we ate greasy fries and drank whiskey.
A cowgirl ain't nothin' without some good boots!
We sauntered our sore groins over to The Lumberjack when we were done to wet our whistles.
Grahm Parsons and Johnny Cash serenaded us as we ate greasy fries and drank whiskey.
A cowgirl ain't nothin' without some good boots!
Our Betty's Bandit crew was easily identified by our signature black bandannas.
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What a blast. I love you pinche Senoras and Senoritas!
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