Wild horses are dragging me back (with apologies to Garth Brooks)

If all is going according to plan, right now I should be out on the prairie above Beaver Rim or somewhere in the Sand Draw looking for wild horses. I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a long, long time.

I’ve been wanting to go back up to the Riverton area to take pictures of wild horses since about the time I started taking photos. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to finally schedule the trip.

Some of it had to do with work, I guess. I got out of college and immediately found myself a job, and I let myself get sucked into the idea that I just didn’t have time to go. Then I got married and had kids, and more commitments got in the way of taking a weekend to go chase wild horses.

The same has been true of a lot of other outdoor pursuits I wish I’d made time for over the years. I haven’t gone fishing as much as I’d like. I haven’t gone hunting when I should have. I’m not blaming the job, the wife or the kids. Heck, Amy and the boys would love to go, too. The problem has been me just being too lazy to get off the couch and get outside. But that all changes now.

And it’s starting with this wild horse safari. And better yet, I get to go looking for horses with my dad. He’s another person who has suffered from my inability to make time for the important things. He’s been asking me to come up and shoot with him, hunt with him, go fishing with him, or just go for a hike. And after we get our fill of wild horses, we’re going to go drop some lines in the Wind River or the Bighorn.

I plan to keep this momentum going. When I get back to Cheyenne, I’m going to take my kids up to the beaver ponds in the Pole Mountain area. Maybe we’ll do some mountain biking, too. Because we only get so much time on this rock. Make time for those things that will one day be your fondest memories.

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