After years of
This isn’t a weekend trail ride or a guided trot around a park. It’s a full-on, multi-day horseback adventure through the rugged, heart-stopping beauty of the Southwest. We’re talking Bryce Canyon, Zion, and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. It’s the kind of trip where you sleep under the stars, ride all day, and wake up to the sound of horses rustling nearby. Honestly? That’s exactly what I’ve been craving.
This trip is about a different kind of horsemanship. Not precision and points, but partnership and grit. It’s not about impressing judges—it’s about trusting your
I’ll be going with a group of friends and other riders, most of them probably just as ready to shake off the noise and get a little dirty. No need to clean tack or polish spurs—just show up, saddle up, and ride.
Right now, I’m packing gear, swapping breeches for jeans, and breaking in my trail boots. I don’t know exactly what to expect—and I kind of love that. I won’t be chasing points on this trip. I’ll be chasing sunlight across cliffs, the sound of hooves in soft dirt, and that deep, worn-out kind of tired that feels like satisfaction.
I’ll try to share photos if there’s service, but truthfully, I’m more excited to disconnect. To step out of the arena and into something real. Something wide open.
This isn’t an escape. It’s a reset. And I’m more than ready.
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