Guys, when they suffer from a midlife crisis, get Harley Davidsons. Girls get horses.
We started with Ghost thanks to friend Jessica, who thought we needed a pony. That was the beginning of the end of our good relationship with our neighbours. Apparently 1) ponies aren’t appreciated by real Montana horsemen, and 2) mares aren’t either.
Then I went to a horse sale just to see what was available, and found myself bidding on a nice buckskin gelding. I was sure someone would up my bid of $900, and when they didn’t, I came home with my first horse. Then there was Mikey, a retired barrel horse… then Pearl, then Chica and finally Domino. Now it’s time to start downsizing! It’s hard to travel when you’re tied down to livestock.
We’ve had several over the years… they don’t get much time, but they’re happy being horses. Below is Chica awaiting her rider Derek.