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.

Buck during a horse roundup

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.