A Guided Trail Ride

My lovely niece expressed her strong desire to me in a phone call one day, “Aunt Maria, I want you to go with me on a trail ride when you are out here,” something to that effect, but if that was really going to happen or not was uncertain.  That was the year her parents opened a discount grocery store.  The excitement of my visit later that year was largely focused on helping as a cashier during the second week after opening.  Her Mom, my sister, did managed to make time the day before I was scheduled to return to Indiana.  In a previous blog post I shared about my experience enjoying the Shoshone Lodge and Guest Ranch for a few hours. 

At last, the anticipated event was to take place.  We walked a short distance to area out of sight from the front porch of the Lodge.  Here there was a small cabin like structure with steps leading to the door and a small porch.  A 2-hour trail ride was getting underway as well as our 1 hour guided ride.  I was looking forward to enjoying a ride on a trained horse.  I have rode green horses almost as much as finished horse, barrel raced often and a bit of team roping.  Until that day I had never been riding in the mountains of Wyoming.  For various reasons, this was to be one of only 2 times I sat the back of the horse in 2017.  Consequently, the other time involved a different niece in a different county, but only the week prior. I wrote about that ride in a blog post titled Seasons.  I felt a bit nervous, knowing my riding skills had suffered since experiencing a TBI.  There are few others besides one of my nieces that would have even motivated me to ride that summer. 

I did honestly feel unsure riding in unknown terrain, given my belief that my riding skills were lacking compared to past horseback ventures. For this reason, I decided to refrain from sharing that I knew anything of what I was doing. It felt quite odd to have a horse lead to me saddled, held while I mounted from the afore mentioned porch and led to stand behind the horse my niece sat on.  I decided to simple enjoy the experience.  In the past, if someone lead a horse, I was sitting on it was because the horse was misbehaving. Perhaps I should clarify misbehaving: a gelding that was refusing to enter an arena who reared and escaped the grip of the person leading him, proceeding into the area at a run with no response to attempted guidance of the reins.  I strongly believed the horse I sat that day was in need of ground support.  I was informed this horse liked to be lazy.   Sounded good to me, better than one trying to dump me or run off. 

I was not about to miss the opportunity to take pictures while I was riding.  I snapped a couple while we waited for our guide, Aaron. I later had the pleasure of meeting his wife, who was working in the reception area of Shoshone Lodge and Guest Ranch. They own Hartley Welding back in their home state of Arkansas. Turns out, our guide has many talents as he also works as a farrier, a line of work operating anywhere a horse does.

At first, we rode on fairly flat ground (for being in the mountains) along a creek bed.  While the trail was not steep, at times the bank down to the creek was.  The smell of pine floated across the fresh mountain breezes. The peace I felt and beauty that surrounded us, simply can not be shared in these pictures.

We started up a steeper slope. As we rode, I listened to the voice of my niece chatting away.  She was riding an old, as in 20 +, horse that was worth its weight in gold when it came to toting young children around.

Aaron, our guide, shared that at one point in the summer, a bear had been sighted right there near the trail we currently were on. My response?  I ask if he was carrying a gun. As he turned to answer I seen a gun on his hip.  I felt satisfied that there was protection provided and continued to enjoy the ride, while keeping my eye out for bears. The fact created a sense of adventure beyond riding in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.

Check out this video of pictures taken along the trail.

We had climbed higher than I realized. We came to a path wide enough for motor vehicles.  It either went up or down.

  I was a bit disappointed we were headed down.  I would have been excited to continue riding higher, and knew the ride would soon be over. 

Arriving back at the Lodge, my niece gave me a big hug and said, ‘Thank you, Aunt Maria’.  The ride was amazing, but her little hugs trumped it all.