Wild Bill Hickok said “There is no Sunday west of Junction
City, no law west of Hays City, and no God west of Carson City.”
By Nina Fuller
I don’t believe a word Wild Bill says but I figured I check it out
for myself. I went one hundred miles West of Carson City for
my big adventure up into the Sierra Nevada’s. If it is true that
God is in the details then Active Riding Trips and White Linen
Adventures has you-know-who on speed dial, and Wild Bill is
way off base.
says “Keep your dog off the bed.” This is fun, but where are the
cowboys? Most likely with the horses, so I wandered over to
the dock where they were packing the mules and saddling the
horses for the day riders. I started chatting it up with anyone in
a cowboy hat, which happen to be everyone working there.
“So, where are these people going?” I asked a big hat saddling
a horse. I got answers like “The lake” or “The meadow” or
“The ridge,” information given without the job at hand slowing down. Cowboys don’t sit around and chitchat when they
are working, corporate America, take note. I was going to be
moseying and saddling now for a while, so I moseyed over to
the saloon and saddled up to the bar to see if I could get more
info from some off duty cowboys. Country music was playing,
couples were doing the two-step on the dance floor, cowboys
sat at the bar, and horses were tied up out front. This party was
starting to pick up.
Not knowing exactly where you are going or what you will see
puts a wash of brilliant colors on what you find, most of the
time. It’s easy to be so flippant about what’s up ahead when you
have a travel company who has arranged everything for you.
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