More Trip Photos

I couldn't resist sharing a few more pictures and stories from the trip!

One of the highlights for me was to get to spend time with my "other sisters"- my cousins, or, as we are fondly known in this family, "the cuzettes." We spent a night giggling in our cabin until we cried and our bellies hurt. That was mostly my fault, thanks to a late night Excedrin buzz and the need to spread a mattress beside the bunk bed in case I fell out of the top bunk at night (I didn't.)



These three Sisters, my auntie, my aunt, and my mom, left to right respectively, shared the creme de la creme of cabins. It was adorably cottage with floral Ralph Lauren sheets on the bed, wooden floors, and seafoam green walls. And they had their own bathroom and clawfoot tub, the stinkers!



Speaking of sisters, Paint Girl and I spent almost every waking moment, from the day before the trip, the whole trip, and the drive home, nearly attached at the hip. We got a long amazingly well and worked together as a team, whether unloading hay from the truck or providing support for each other on the trails.



We were SO well-fed, by our cowgirl Chef, Cousin B! We ate BBQ hamburgers, lasagne, homemade enchiladas, and tacos-in-a-bag! Cousin B, post about your tacos-in-a-bag!



Here she is in action, she'll get me back for this photo, I'm sure. She worked in the cookhouse, amongst flies and even a few rodents, and didn't complain one second! Next time, we are simplifying the menu so that this cowgirl can have more time in the saddle and less time tossing the salad. (P.S. Cousin B, I forgot to mention those cake truffles were to die for!)



Cousin E handled this big draft amazingly well. I viewed him like an over-sized Golden Retriever, not quite aware of his own size and strength. If Cousin E was nervous around him, she never showed it. This lady has many miles in the saddle under her belt, Cousin C has taught her well!



It was great to see my cousin Palomino Girl and her mother work so closely together with their two younger newbie trail horses. Despite being a bit rusty, they got these well-tempered ponies back into the swing of being working ponies, not vacation ponies. As a testament to good quality Quarter Horse breeding and exemplary horsemanship skills by both of them, the horses came through, hitting the trails in stride, as well as running our playday events!



Always a photographer at heart, I saw my aunt standing in the doorway of the cookhouse and I shouted, "Don't move!", grabbing my camera. I used my old Sony point and shoot for this one! It's grainy, but it kind of works with the wood and the silhouette.



A Pony Cousins trip would not be the same without Saddle Mountain Rider's recipe~ the Whiskey Slush. Yummmmm!



I have to tell you how proud I am of my horse on this trip. Other than a few minor horsey quirks, he was such a good horse during hauling, while in his little paneled pen, on the trail, and in the arena. It makes a trip so much more enjoyable for me to have a been-there-done-that horse that I can trust to safely enjoy this kind of adventure with!



If My Boy and I look a little worse-for-wear in this photo, it's true. We had such a great time that we literally wore ourselves out. Or maybe it was just all of that dust and wind in our eyes?

Until we ride again, Pony Cousins!