We didn’t find this place, it found us.
As sometimes happens, the places you are meant to be, find their way to you.
School let out for summer on that Friday and by Saturday morning we were leaving behind our gray skies for the dry heat of the Arizona desert.
The days flew.
When there are horses to ride and bulls to lasso, there’s not much time for make-up, squabbles over meals or chatting on the phone.
You wake up each day at 5am, drink your coffee, don your cowgirl boots and head out on your horse.
When the heat of the day gets to be too much your lounge by the pool or find a cool spot to do yoga on the lawn.
There aren’t any TV’s.
Emails seem to find a way to go unanswered (especially when you hear that dinner bell ringing).
And on that last day, when you ride up the mountain for blueberry pancakes at sunrise, you realize this was the best thing you did with your year.
You know that nothing will replace the memories you made on this trip. And you are grateful for the sunset.