“It’s just criminal not to go riding up here more often,” I said to my friend Sarah. “Oh Be Joyful” was the name of the horse riding trail, and the Aspen trees were spectacular. The air smelled like fresh rain, and the blue sky seemed endless. It was even more special because I was taking my 26-year-old retired show horse, Twister, on the ride.
We set off, Sarah on Prince, and me aboard Twister, a palomino Quarter Horse. It is mountainous country and I made sure to give Twister plenty of rest breaks. We got about two miles out and were coming down this steep hill when suddenly Twister crashed to the ground, rolling his eyes back and acting, for all intents and purposes as if he were dead.