|Farside's first day|
|Riding my first horse Bingo|
Despite the fact that I feared I would never ride again, I had hauled that saddle, with its custom tooling and heavy wooden tree, with me when I left the ranch in Wyoming, when I moved back to Colorado to care for my mother, to Santa Fe after she died, and then when I moved back to Colorado. The saddle symbolized hope. And now, thanks to Sheri, Farside symbolized the future.
|Sheri and Farside|
In 1982, the year my son was born, Farside's sire Xenophonn won the U.S. National Open Cutting Horse Championship. Three years later, my husband and I moved to Wyoming with our son, and 6-week old daughter. We loaded up my saddle in the pick-up truck, along with our other tack, and a few months later, we brought the horses from Colorado to Wyoming. My old mare Romie would be buried there.
|Rio and Farside |
en route to the Vee Bar
And so it was that I climbed onto Farside's back that day, settled into the saddle, smiled at Sheri, turned Farside's nose into the breeze, and urged him onward.
|Page and Sheri|
Vee Bar Mountain Ride
Had Rio and Farside missed each other? What stories did they hold inside them about the endurance races they have traveled to together? Had Farside missed Sheri? Yes. In the same way she had missed him? I don't know. But I do know that he and Sheri helped me to remember how to live a purposeful life, and for that I am eternally grateful.