We all have traditions that we cling to…the events that give our lives their cycles, moments that lift us up and percolate the memories that last.  For me, New Year’s resolutions offer little attraction, some birthdays are more important than others, and Thanksgiving is a stand-alone great day. 

 But there is another tradition that is relatively new in my life but is now on the books forever.  It is as important as any formal happening.  This is my annual pack trip into the backcountry of Wyoming and Montana with three other friends. 

 My friends are accomplished horsewomen (and not so shabby in their normal lives either).  Yes, everyone can ride, drive a stick shift, pull a trailer, pitch her own tent….those items are a given. What makes this annual sojourn so magical is because we purposefully connect with the land and each other. 

 Long rides to take in new vistas, evenings around the campfire (and a little bourbon), organic conversations and gratitude for friendship, great horses, and the American West.

~Nancy