…Death Valley, of all places! We took a very long drive yesterday and arrived after nine hours at the kids’ place (kids meaning Hilary and Luke) at Furnace Creek Ranch. Karla is assuring a youngster that Heston, the horse she’s sitting on, is way better than any pony she ever rode. The young’n is looking longingly at, and really wished she was riding the horse her mom got—a genuine mustang! I told his mom that her horse, Golondrino, was actually captured in the wild and that his most fervent wish was to return to the wild. “So you better hang on,” I said.A total of eleven people went on the morning’s first ride, and when they got back it was all smiles. What a great way to spend Christmas morning.
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