Ace, our foodie photographer, went riding with farmgirl extraordinaire, Kim, over the weekend …
… and our ridge was alight during what’s known as the “golden hour.” Light is diffused, casting a warm glow and subdued hues. So gorgeous! You can quite literally see for miles.
And if you look down, nestled in between the big horses on the trail is Nutmeg. My little palomino mini-horse, with her wanton ways, detests being left behind. She faithfully follows Paco, LB, and crew, sometimes running pell-mell to keep up, anywhere they go. Only stopping to jump over streams. (They terrify her!)
