Sunday Stroll

Submitted by Leah on Tue, 03/26/2013 - 21:00 Sunday morning was especially beautiful. Waking up to snow falling isn't something out of the ordinary around here. On a windy day our valley gets a fair amount of snow flurries. Some days we get a fair amount of snow but by the afternoon it seems to all but disappear. But, as any person who gets more than a centimeter of snow in an entire childhood knows, snow drifts are better viewed from inside with a cup of cocoa. Hiking was only a mild inclination last season. Wrangler mantra would say why walk anywhere you can ride. Without the option of riding farther out than the valley on the old guys, skinnies, or little Lightning, this is suddenly appealing. And chasing around snow flurries to capture on camera in below 20 degree weather made things interesting enough. I have a small picture trail to show how this Sunday morning stroll turned into a lesson in Wyoming living. I suppose to the top of ski slope is a good mile. Before today I have only made it half way up, where we feed the horses. This morning I was feeling pretty ambitious and wanted to make it to the bench at the very top. I made it half way to the horses just fine, with lots of stopping to take pictures and enjoy the scenery. (Wrangler follows little Lightning around, what an odd pair) The higher I got up the more reasons I found to stop. Then the snow became over a foot deep. Golly. Suddenly, I was in some kind of mountain endurance training, stopping every few steps gasping for air. Whew, I was still committed though. (I could see the finish line) At this point I was up close and personal...

Sunday Morning Stroll

Sunday Morning Stroll Sunday morning was especially beautiful. Waking up to snow falling isn't something out of the ordinary around here. On a windy day our valley gets a fair amount of snow flurries. Some days we get a fair amount of snow but by the afternoon it seems to all but disappear. But, as any person who gets more than a centimeter of snow in an entire childhood knows, snow drifts are better viewed from inside with a cup of cocoa. Hiking was only a mild inclination last season. Wrangler mantra would say why walk anywhere you can ride. Without the option of riding farther out than the valley on the old guys, skinnies, or little Lightning, this is suddenly appealing. And chasing around snow flurries to capture on camera in below 20 degree weather made things interesting enough. I have a small picture trail to show how this Sunday morning stroll turned into a lesson in Wyoming living. I suppose to the top of ski slope is a good mile. Before today I have only made it half way up, where we feed the horses. This morning I was feeling pretty ambitious and wanted to make it to the bench at the very top. I made it half way to the horses just fine, with lots of stopping to take pictures and enjoy the scenery. (Wrangler follows little Lightning around, what an odd pair) The higher I got up the more reasons I found to stop. Then the snow became over a foot deep. Golly. Suddenly, I was in some kind of mountain endurance training, stopping every few steps gasping for air. Whew, I was still committed though. (I could see the finish line) At this point I was up close and personal with the snow drifts. Hoping...

Another Day in Paradise

Julie Miller, our Australian travel writer and photographer, kept a blog, Another Day in Paradise, during her stay in 2012. After spending the winter in Argentina riding polo horses, she is now finishing up a book on her experiences at different ranches.

2012 Blog - Another Day in Paradise

2012 Blog - Another Day in Paradise Julie Miller, our Australian travel writer and photographer, kept a blog, Another Day in Paradise, during her stay in 2012. After spending the winter in Argentina riding polo horses, she is now finishing up a book on her experiences at different ranches.

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland Well, I finally made it back to Paradise this past weekend. It took me a minute to get out here. I was staying with my brother outside of Mooresville, North Carolina when I decided I needed more 'adventure rides,' Monday Fundays, and some banana cream pie. There was one small problem, unless I wanted to ride bareback all summer I need to make a pit stop in my hometown of Wiggins, MS, effectively driving a reverse check mark across the map of the U.S. Within the past two weeks I have driven more than 3,247 miles, from Charlotte to Wiggins to Buffalo. According to Google maps that's 48 hours of drive time. And yes, sometimes I did feel like a trucker, eating alone at Denny’s inside the Flying J. But it's all worth it. Because 282 Hunter Creek Road doesn't look like the Paradise Guest Ranch we all know and love. Instead the ranch is in hibernation for the winter. Everything is covered in snow and ice. At least once a day my breath is taken away by some magical moment or unforgettable view. Spring time in Wyoming is what a Southerner would call a winter wonderland. It’s incredibly beautiful. The ranch is transformed into part of the mountain. The critters around here really think so. All the animals have put on winter coats and a good deal of fat. The wild animals, mainly the moose, rome around not even given us one thought. Handy Dandy, one of my string horses from last season, looks great right now! Under his wooly mammoth coat he has put on a lot of weight. During the season he was an old skinny fellow. As some of you may remember Handy's nick name became Gandhi by the end of the season. He...