Its finally time for the last post from my trip to Colorado. On our last day in the mountains, we decide to shift pace a little bit and go for a horseback ride. Early in the week on our way to one of the hot springs, Jackie spotted a ranch offering trail rides. With no fresh snow in the forecast for our final day, we called the day before and signed up for a two hour trail ride. I hadn't been on a horse since I was probably in 3rd grade, but decided to go just for the experience. It was a blast, the three of us had a private guided tour from the ranch on the flat valley floor, down across a creek and up onto the lower hillsides of the nearby mountain. For me its easy to sometime forget Colorado is part of the old west, but much of the area around Salida in the Arkansas River Valley is still ranch land. Having watched True Grit not long ago, I couldn't help but have my mind wander to the time when everyone had to rely on horses to travel through the area. While it was a bright sunny day for our ride, it was cold and windy, and I could only imagine how hard it would have been to spend hours slowly crossing the vast landscape of the area.