Heffay,
I'm not so far away. Hop on that gorgeous black cafe bike, and zip North across the border to Laramie. I've got plenty of horses to ride, and great scenery to do it in.
"Three socks" belongs to a friend of a friend, and I have no idea what his real name is. The photo was handy on my computer when I decided to play with paintbrush. I guess we have only one hose named for its color/markings: Raven is the only pure black horse on the place. To this day I have a horse out back that I grew up with. "Foxy" was born to my sister's mare when I was about 10. I rode her around the ranch to work cattle for a couple decades. When I finally bought my own acreage, I brought her down to Laramie to spend her retirement. She's just over 30 now, which is very old for a full size horse.
I still ride horses a lot, but I don't chase cows anymore. I took up jumping competitions, and I enjoy the horses a lot more now. Good thing I didn't discover jumping (or motorcycles) when I was younger. I would never have survived either!