Our guide for the ride, Bill, was a self-proclaimed 81 year old hippie (who did NOT look like a hippie or an 81 year old – he looked like a 60ish cowboy!) who told great stories about the land we were riding through, the ghost sightings at a hotel in the next town over, and his own experiences in the area and with his horses – including the horse that saved his life, in a roundabout way. And he took a nice family picture that didn’t look like a glamour shot, so we appreciated that about him too.
