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From
early childhood dreams of owning a pony, to saving my allowance and
buying my first horse when I turned 13, horses have always been a
significant part of my life. Growing up and moving away from home
and following the path towards the city faded away any dreams, well
almost, of owning a horse again. I knew that there was a part of myself
that I had left back in a saddle . I didn’t realize just how much
I missed the feel of a saddle beneath me or the tangy smell of horse
sweat and the feeling of the breeze blowing through my hair while
riding through the forest.

I knew there was a God the moment I turned down that narrow graveled
lane leading to our new home in the hollow. As I waited for a mare
and her foal to lazily stroll across the road so that I could get
by, I felt an old familiar feeling creep back into my senses. Along
the road there were probably 10 or 15 horses mingled in with the beefalo
cattle. Camped out in front of the gate at the entrance to the farm,
they lazily munched on the green grass all the while regarding me
with acute interest.
As we moved down to Butterfly Hollow we got to know our farming neighbors
who live at the entrance to the hollow. We couldn’t have handpicked
better neighbors if we tried. It turns out that Larry has been raising,
training, buying and selling horses most of his life. It was just
another dream come true to be able to learn from, ride and become
friends with someone with so much equestrian knowledge. We agreed
to cooperatively let the horses graze on our farm. And with over 30
paint and quarter horses scattered around the ridges, we have all
the riding I could have ever dreamed of.
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