Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Words We Left Unsaid

As we all begin to venture back to our real lives we'll begin to realize all of the words/phrases we've picked up being here...

"Oh shoot yeah"
"That was excessive"

"But actually"
"I'm not about that life."
"Kill yourself"
"This guy..." 
"Man, this shit sucks..."
"It's GON rainnnnnnn"

"Can we just talk about...."
"I mean.."
"This was a terrible life choice."
                                                        "Hard Pass"
                                                        "That's foul!"

Friday, August 23, 2013

It's Our Song(s)....

Here are a few songs that were often repeated, blasting out of the speakers of the nearest phone, truck, or laptop....

-Round here
    Florida Georiga Line
-Tip it Back
    Florida Georgia Line
-Dayum Baby
    Florida Georgia Line

    Imagine Dragons

-Night Train
    Jason Aldean

-I Want Crazy
    Hunter Hayes

-Up all night
    Jon Pardi
-Missing you crazy
    Jon Pardi

    Eric Church
-Over When it's Over
    Eric Church

-Songs About Rain
     Gary Allen

-Point at You
    Justin Moore
-In the Bed of My Chevy 
    Justin Moore

-Running out of Moonlight
    Randy Houser

-I Hope it Rains
    Jana Kramer

-Let it Rain
    David Nail

-Don't ya 
   Brett Eldredge 

The Last Hurrah

Well it's been an indescribably amazing summer. It was more than I could have asked for. 
The adventures, the memories, and the friends are things I will take with me forever.

Packing away my life from the past three months was a lot easier than last summer. I think I'm ready to go home, but deep down I know it will never been goodbye forever. A small part of all of us will live in that tiny town nestled in the heart of the Rockies.

The goodbyes were short and sweet, bittersweet. The flights will be long, the drives even longer, but nothing will be as long as the amount of time between seeing each other again. For a most of the crew, we will never see each other again. This was the last goodbye and in a way, it's super depressing, but we spent enough time together, shared enough secrets, and learned enough about each others lives that we don't need to see each other again to know that we can always depend on them.

This past week has been unbelievably slow in the best way possible. One or two rides a day is a perfect end to the summer we spent working ourselves to death. My last ride ever was a four hour steak ride with a lovely couple from Florida. We talked about everything from horrible previous guests to their life goals. I had Black Jack and Vego, two of my favorites. It was a great end to a summer spent in the saddle.

I want to say thank you to the crew this summer. There were about a million ups and downs between us all, but in the end we ALL pulled through, for the first time. I love each and everyone of you. Thank you for the endless memories, countless adventures, and the never ending moments of YOLO!!!! I had a better summer than anyone could have asked for. Have a fantastic life if I never see you again!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Epic Moments!!!

Here is a minor glimpse of what my summer looked liked, summed up in some amount of pictures...Enjoy!!!


There is a fine line between living in the moment and looking towards the future. I think we've all but perfected that here. We live in a bubble, away from the real world, away from the social norms and standards; we life for the moment, in the moment, without the moment, and look forward to all the plans we don't have for our future.

We all say we will never come back, but we all know that a small part of us will be left in Estes Park, in this bunk house, in this barn, with these horses, in the memories we've made here.

As the summer starts to come to a close we are all rushing to do all of the things we brushed off in the beginning. We are talking about our plans when we get home, the people we miss, and the little things that make us think we'll never miss this place.

I keep thinking about the next ten days, they will be like every other one of the summer. Long, grueling, and full of repetition. These days will be the last we will spend at this place and I want to live everyone up.

I got to spend a Saturday at Glacier...that was nothing like I expected. Got there around 7:30, was on Boxer by 8:30 and wasn't off until 4:30. It was an interesting day. After following instructions from a post card, I came back 30 minutes early from a two hour and was immediately sent out on a three hour, led by the 11 year old. Finally got back, grab snacks and get sent out on another three hour. At the end of the day, which lasted five hours less than a day at Estes, I was more sore, exhausted, irritated, and worn out than any other day this summer.

Finally we go to go on a guide ride. 
Boot Hill: 
For those of you that don't know....
"We have a tradition here at Sombrero at the end of every Wrangler's riding season, which is about 90 days, we get to run up here on our favorite horses and hang our old boots in the tree. Because we have no lives."

We got to pick which ever horse we wanted and take them up to boot hill. There is a point on the one hour trail where some five trees are just covered in old rotting boots. This is our graveyard for all our previous wranglers. There are muck boots, kids boots, new boots, old boots, anything you can really imagine is covering just a few simple trees. Every time I pass them I wonder if my pair will stick out as much as V's at the start of the trail, or if anyone will even notice them. If my boots will still be there in a year, two years, ten years, or will they disappear and not matter like all the other boots that hang in the trees for dear life, living out their last moments as entertainment for guests.

So last week right before Gina left, we did a guide ride. I rode my main man, Black Jack, and discovered he has a completely adorable dressage prance. I had an amazing time riding him and I think that was one of the few moments this summer where we all finally took a breath. Everyone was on the most ridiculous horse that you could imagine and there wasn't a moment that we weren't all having fun, laughing, and enjoying every moment. I could have used a few more of those this summer.

In addition to a boot hill ride, we had a few water trough tosses. We have another tradition here, we're all about those, where you get tossed into the water trough on your birthday. Or really whenever the boys are feeling adventurous, which happened a lot this week. Three of us went in, though I am proud to say, they may have won the war, but I won every battle in between. It took a solid ten minutes of struggle, three lead ropes, and three boys to get me in, boots and all.

Me and Black Jack!!! :) 
Last but certainly not least, we had a bonfire this past weekend. In honor of Gina leaving us so early, we took our pictures and had a bonfire. The day was stressful and there were several moments when we all wanted to murder each other, but the minute the fire started and Kansas announced the presence of chocolate and marshmallows, we were a whole different crew. Smores and hot dogs were made, Rose and I ate our body weight in chips. Everyone was laughing and having an amazing time. It was one of my favorite memories of this summer. The bonfire ended early with a nice cool jump in the lake with my three PICS, Claire, Amanda, and Steph.

As much as I am irritated with this job, the constant flow of people and the situations we've had to deal with, I realize more and more how much I'm going to miss everyone. It isn't as hard as last summer, but I know I will miss this place. This is home, we are the island of misfit toys. These small bunkhouses hold some twenty kids who have NO IDEA where the road is going to take them. "Three months from now, after college, shoot, I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow." We have no big plans, other than to live every moment as if it was our last, to pretend we're going to keep in touch, miss this place with everything we have, and love every second we have left. I've said it before and I'll say it again, we're a family here, a messed up, dysfunctional family, but a family none the less. We love and hate each other at any given time, but we have each others backs and we're always willing to pick each other up when we fall, which happens a lot around here.

Though I've done this job before and I spent many moments of this summer hating my life. I would not have changed anything about this summer for the world. I've done a million things I never thought I would and it's been everything and that much more.

The countdown has turned from double digits to "the last time" for everything....who would have ever imagined this summer would fly by like it did?
I know I didn't!!!!