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As a very young girl, I can 
always remember loving and admiring every horse every breed, every color.  I would cut out colored paper horses and 
supply them with bobby-pin legs and gallop for miles and miles across the green 
carpet of the living room (per grid inch it was an early endurance ride).  My oldest sister had the liberty of the 
riding lessons and drill team. I watched, and I watched. My first horse was a ¾ 
Arabian filly that I purchased for $75 over 30 years ago in Park City.  Her name was Uinta.  She was magnificent..  I raised her. But in reality she taught 
me so much about patience and perseverance. I trained her, initially for 
pleasure rides then local fun rodeos and eventually Ride and Tie.  Many 
might remember the rugged Park City Ride and Tie.  It was quite 
a  famous trail.   Unita and my women teammates (several 
over the years but always with Uinta) won the 2 women’s division 8 out the past 
10 years and won the National Championship in 1984. We were walking on 
clouds.
Perhaps the Ride and Tie 
encouraged my athletic interaction with my equine companions, which matured to 
the sport of Endurance racing.  Or 
perhaps it was just riding the trails of the Pony Express, the hideouts of Butch 
Cassidy at the Outlaw Trail or even the haunting, driving pioneer spirits of the 
Applegate Lassen trails, Overland trails, Mail trails and  Wagon train trails over our great 
American venture and quest for the good life of the West. Most of these 
nostalgic trails are still only accessible on a horse! It’s wild and I love it! 
It’s not the blue ribbons, 
silver trophies or belt buckles(I've given most to children's riding 
camps) rather endurance is a race and we thrive on the stimulation of 
finding the trail and finishing with a sound, healthy, happy horse. My horses 
always felt the excitement, and knew they did what the Arabian 
horse was bred for over thousands of years – strength, stamina, endurance and 
to please the master.
It’s still there, in 
spirit.  The nostalgia of the Old 
West trails seems to ease the pressure of everyday, Y2K rush and tension. And 
the giving and wishing only to please attitude and camaraderie of your equine 
companion.  How can I say I have it 
better than any other equine sport, but it could be true.  I’m out there!  I’m out there with the Old West trails, 
breathing deep the rain on sage or feeling the warm glow of Bryce canyon  on a cold Fall day - only warm from the 
intense color of the cliffs.  I’m 
out there in the vastness of the Nevada desert and racing the antelope or 
Mustang Stallion stride for stride until their intuition  and freedom allows a change of direction 
beyond the destination endurance trail.  
I’m amazed that  although 
this might be my horses’ first journey on  
Pony Express, he seems to know the way from the signs left by previous 
pony spirits.   It’s  the complete trust in my horse, knowing 
he has the night eyes on a 
100-mile ride following a marble canyon with just a glimpse of the full moon. 
Endurance is this powerful camaraderie and the athletic teamwork.  
My horses have given me so 
much.  So much more to life. And 
shared so much –
A 
once in a lifetime sunrise, the noon sun streaking through a thick forest heavy 
with fog, or alone with the sound of the musical tempo of hooves over a golden 
road of Fall leaves. 
It’s 
poetry!
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