I moved from Arizona to California in 1990 and soon after, became bestest friends with Jacque. We were together all the time and shared everything with one another. She was born and raised in Montana, part of a cattle ranching family. They were very close and she visited them a couple times a year. I went along a few times and loved the experience of being on the ranch. In the summers, around the 4th of July, they moved the cattle up to the higher ground for the rest of the season. I was able to ride along one year and have always remembered the experience. Of course, it also involved my passion for riding horses.
The family had built a cabin at the end of the trail which was also accessible by a road down to the ranch. Jacque's mom and others prepared a meal for all the riders which they brought up to the cabin. I don't remember everything we ate, but I do recall a peach cobbler for dessert.
I guess I didn't own a cowboy hat at the time, but Jacque said I was a good enough cowgirl that I didn't really need the hat.
As I look back at these photos now, the only thing that would have made the experience better would have been an iPhone with video to capture the sights and sounds and voices in greater detail. Still, it's good to have a few photos to remind me of something that was a very fun time in my life.
Cowgirl up, my friends. Have a good Thursday.
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