I’ve fallen in and out of love with my life at various times. I loved my life at summer horse camp, falling in love with the horses, the mountains and the old log cabin I lived in. I loved drinking coffee in the early morning at the kitchen table and looking out into the grove of aspen and pine as I sat to write. 

I fell in love with brining horses in to feed, morning prayer with campers and the cool of mountain mornings. I fell in love with trail ride after trail ride, arena work on basic riding skills, and pack trips-oh, the pack trips: star-gazing before climbing into tents, Mountain House suppers and trail mix with lots of M & Ms, hard cinnamon candies and the night sounds of horses settling and campers giggling.

I fell in love with what horses can do for kids and adults who’ve had a hard life, Meadow Mountain Cafe, weekend trips to Estes and Sunday morning cinnamon rolls before worship in the outdoor chapel. About twenty-five years of loving this mountain horse camp life are woven into who I am and I cherish that part of me-it is a good and true piece of who I am.