Here are a few pics to bring you here for a visit. Saddle up!
8 o’clock sharp last Sunday, Kim and I saddled up, leaving the farm compound behind. (Shiny rooftops in the background.)
Within a half hour, we were on top of the world, well, we were on top of the ridge (Paradise Ridge) that bumps straight up from my farm to the west.
Here’s my horse LB (Lightning Bolt) checking out the tiny burg of Moscow, Idaho in the distance.
Isn’t there a country western song called Ridge Riders?
Wow, you can see forever up there.
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