Okay, I’m the first the admit that while not a "fair-weather" rider, I certainly don’t seek out miserably cold days to saddle up.

As I’ve mentioned before in my blog, my oldest daugher is now a cowgirl in Wyoming. She loves the lifestyle! And while I love visiting and riding the mountains or going out among the wild horse herds, this time of year she would consider me a "fair weather" rider.

They are getting ready to go packing into the mountains for elk hunting, and as you’ve noticed, it’s miserably cold and snowy in Wyoming now. One of the past packing trips I recall is when the rangers came to their camp and warned them they should move down a few thousand feet because of an oncoming snow storm. They did, and only woke up to nine inches of snow the next morning! (That was the same trip she stayed in camp to keep the dogs while others hunted, and had to shoot her gun into the ground next to a bear that visited camp!)

I was glad to hear that since the temperature was going to drop into the single digits last night (not including wind chill), they decided to put the trip off a day