Cortez
Tough but Fair
Where in the foothills of the Rockies, Cortez?
Larkspur, south of Colorado Springs.
Where in the foothills of the Rockies, Cortez?
It was a very long time ago, more than 30 years....Yeah, I know where Larkspur is. Didn't go there much but have traveled through it when going to the San Juans or Gunnison area.
I moved because the call of home is very strong, and many, many things about America.....just didn't suit me (I'm being polite here...).I'm the last person who should ask why you moved from Colorado to Ireland! People ask me why I'm here all the time when I tell them I'm from Boulder, CO. The answer.... I don't know.
Another time, she did a flying spook out of nowhere across the track, and my first thought was, "WTF was that about?" My second thought was, "Oh, hello, little rattlesnake."
Meanwhile, mine saves me from wheelie bins and manhole covers...
I have two like that!Yes, he won’t stop eating ....
Meanwhile, mine saves me from wheelie bins and manhole covers...
Here she's glaring very firmly at some wheelie bins to make sure they don't get Ideas about Things.
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Haha, yes much much less glamorous than bears and cougars but my horse does the same dead stop in the forest when there is a mountain bike about to come flying out of a sidetrack into our path. Though it is very useful him doing that because a lot of bikeists really just dont even think to look as they converge with another track.
I'm the last person who should ask why you moved from Colorado to Ireland! People ask me why I'm here all the time when I tell them I'm from Boulder, CO. The answer.... I don't know.
I couldn't go in a field of cattle. I'd never get out until Dave had washed all of their faces & had a good conversation.
We had a Fell pony who absolutely hated motor bikes . She was totally bombproof in every other way and with all other vehicles from bicycles to roaring , back firing sportscars to combine harvesters passing within a hairs breadth , but she couldn't stand motorbikes . Fortunately my OH was the proud owner of an enormous Harley Davidson V Rod so one summer we took it upon ourselves to desensitise her once and for all . It took hours and hours of work over many months before I could finally ride her around the field whilst Mr Farside rode alongside on Pearl ( his motor bike - another long story ) . He could weave around her , revving the engine , and we even had a pillion passenger feeding her treats .
Success ? No . What I discovered on my return to the roads was that she still went bonkers at the sound of an approaching motor bike - unless it was a V Rod , in which case she would pull my arms out in her desperation to follow it .