Scavenger Hunts and Saddle Sores
The cowboys who have ridden these rugged lands since before they could walk would have laughed to see me (and to be honest, you probably would have, too). There I was, trotting along aboard a frisky mare, ironically named "Grandma," carrying all my necessary equipment: backpack, cameras, measuring tape, GPS unit, iPad case, and more all dangling and swinging as my mount made her way up the trail. Now I'm no cowgirl. …continue reading