I think it was the weekend before Thanksgiving that I headed out to the desert with my sister and dad for one last ride before the winter really kicked in.
It was FREEZING cold. The wind was blowing super hard and made it, in a word, miserable. The wind was so hard that it was freaking out the horses and they were skiddish. Amanda was bucked clean off and landed hard and that was only about fifty feet from the trailer! Not a good start.
However, we still managed to have some fun. I bundled up and had my beanie, sweatshirt hood and coat hood on and I was all cacooned in and happy as can be. We stopped for lunch a little lower down than normal to avoid the wind but it still sucked. I don't eat pork but I do have a hotdog up there because nothing tastes as good as it does when you're out on the mountain. Add some homegrown red onion and relish and it's nearly the best damn thing on the planet.
After my sister and I made such a cutsie pose, Matt wanted in on the action, too:
And Ope (on the right) always comes up with the greatest culinary ideas for desert dining and now his kick is those frozen applie pie things from the gas station. He heats them up in tin foil and has 'Hot Apple Pie'. It was tasty.
We made it back in one piece, albeit a frozen piece, and Amanda couldn't even sit on the hour long drive home. She had to kneel on the back floor and lean forward on the console. She messed her butt up pretty bad. Poor girl. We can't all be pro like Maghann ;)
I always knew you were crazy, now you've proved it. The apple "pie" sounds tasty; but as for the hot dog, all I can picture is the wind blowing dust on it and making it all gritty.
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