It was a typical day at the ranch. We awoke before dawn so that we could get all of our chores done. Later that afternoon, while we were still finishing our backbreaking work, we could hear the sizzling sound of the Texas heat as the sweat beaded up on our brows. Off in the distance, a lone tumbleweed rolled by. As the day came to a close, my children, the good little Texans that they are, rode bareback as their stallions galloped off into the sunset. That night, as we ate our dinner by candlelight, we thought, “Boy howdy, we sure are roughing it.” Just another typical day at the ranch.
Or…maybe not so much.
A while back, we were lucky enough to be invited to “The Ranch” for a weekend filled with fun, food, family, and friends. Life doesn’t get much better. I grew up with horses, but realized that my daughter really is a “big city babe” when she became so captivated by this saddle stand and kept looking for the horse.
The first evening, it began to storm and our electricity went out. Rather than complaining that our weekend was ruined, all 45 of us had the best time eating by candlelight, hanging out on our porches, talking, telling stories, living without electricity … just Welcoming The Rain!
And as for roughing it, I’ll let you decide:
Comments (1)
Rough life...throw me in that briar patch...PLEASE?!?!
Posted by Kelley Moore | August 19, 2008 4:53 PM
Posted on August 19, 2008 16:53