Santa Fe Bound

Trip to Santa Fe
Morning comes early to Pendleton. It's 7:45 and the day is nearing old. Earlier the thump, thumps outside the window and down below suggest So'leil and Kaanie, our horses, aren't quite sure these digs meet their needs. They're good now though, grazing from a pasture ribboned with yellows, greens and just a hint of rust from the railings that keep them safe and in. Breakfast is hearty and tasty -- a cup o' joe washes down the eggs, bacon and muffin. A bed and barn satisfies us before pack up, back on the road towards Boise and beyond. Martin, the horse guy prepares to pack our precious freight back in their stalls as Lil'ley, the yellow lab from heaven smiles. "In riding a horse we borrow freedom," speaks the mantle's plate. Life is good. Happy Easter!

Michael Buble crooning Georgia on My Mind as we close in on Boise.

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