Me and Miss Long Legs (Pinon) on Round Mountain in the Pecos Wilderness.

No photo can do justice to the sheer scope of this country. We have just ridden an hour up a snarl of switchbacks to get here. The kind of terrain that used to have my flat-lander's heart pounding in my chest and me reminding myself to "breathe! breathe ..." and "for heaven's sakes do not look down."

Well, I am better at that looking down thing these days. Also the breathing part in this country. It helps to have a solid, trustworthy horse for these types of forays. Even if she does like to walk on the outside edge of the trails.